My soul is a liquid dream
It flows between the fingers of reality
And through the time
From past to never
The post-rockers melancholy
Does make my heart fly
the spikes made of glass
Are my frozen senses
my thoughts, ice-made trees
Crying
Make me feel hardened
Silenced
Constrained
floating
only by hope
to be safe
sometimes
lonely love
is invading my mind
in this plane
of slough
and i want
to survive