A sound that rips your soul to shreds
and puts it back together all wrong
only to make you feel that maybe this is right
like the way a rose of the deepest shade of crimson
is so glorified upon being drained of its vibrant blood
that when graced by the presence of its thousand greys
shatters into oblivion as stunningly as a dying star
like the way that when it rains i can feel all the coulours of your heart vaporizing in the transparency of the drops beating down on my skin and i wonder where your feelings got lost
maybe in the murky water filled with all the remnants of paints i tried to use to portray you; every colour i mixed: too bright.
maybe in the simple chaos of the lonely alder's leaves blowing in the wind and crunching under the weight of mens careless footsteps.
like the way that sound turns your world upside down and inside out so many times you dont know where you came from, where you're going or which way should say "this side up"
