Counting Heartbeats, by Shine-On
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I lay down on this foreign object
With my left ear on its surface
As it pumps a liquid through the veins
It matches beats of your heart
I let this sound rush through my head
Knowing the final destination is clear
As it filters through my mind
I lose all sense of time and space
I am living in my own world of vain
Where my beginning will never meet an end
This embracing terror kept within my head
Strolls on to know you'll never feel the same |
Posted: 2009-03-18 03:54:15 UTC |
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