We all get lost sometimes

scream on mute, losing our minds

reach for music to lift up our souls

facing realities, becoming more bold.


Tears and thrills from inside out

keep our hearts inside the dark

a beautiful tango in silence

handmade of satin and whine.


Who will kiss away your pain

make you feel at ease and sane again

the wall breaks, the bricks come down

saddened tears of a hyperborean clown.


Oxygen, electric, into the blue

hungry ghosts, alone; alone

don’t think about you any more

the violin plays, tears of the days

in the moonlight, the music plays.


Crawling in my skin

I forgot where you end and I begin

Alone; alone, again.


Rise and fall

think twice

watch the leaves as they trickle to the ground

close your eyes, rewind

I know just what you’re thinking

broken souls lost and alone.


Collapse to the ground

nowhere to be found

disappear in the night

cringe, fight of fools

it will rain

in midnight pools.


Once upon a dream

a million years away

in our hearts

forever will stay

Crawling in my skin

where I end and you begin.



Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson Copy Right Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson Copy Right Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015



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