Does my soul attract the music I listen to?
Or does the music I listen to, attract my soul?
She’s shining through the curtains again
The full moon
Keeps me up another long night
She’s shining through the curtains again
I wear a cossack hat in bed
To keep my brain from freezing
In case I should fall asleep
My bed companions have crippled my legs
For some reason I cannot move them
Maybe because they breathe contentment
When I do sleep I watch my dreams like movies
And yet still I know I am awake
My surroundings still tangible
Dreams so real
I am left with emotional scars
That take time to leave
The full moon
Keeps me up another long night
She’s shining through the curtains again