Dead Melody.

Underneath this fantasy is another dream

A nightmare to some

I can’t tell you all the things I’ve found

Wayback when I heard the sound

Ticking in my head, Ticking in my head

The Drone begins instead

The sound fills my bed

Tickles and it feeds

It feeds your wildest dreams

How is this instead?

Is it in your head?

A Dead Melody on the Radio

Cries out to me to be

Set free by me


About vortexian

I'm a long time net user and writer. I just thought I'd collect somethings here.
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