dimanche, juin 29, 2014

Pure Bliss

Eyes of another world
Pulling on me like a black hole
Me drifting in, as an helpless light
Attracted to my own death

Printed in my memory
Carved in my dreams
So deep that fractions
Becomes hours

And in this instant you see right through me
Do I see right through you?
Am I just another lost soul in those temple
Or is there really something reaching to each other

Since then I haven't quite been the same
Part of my focus dwell on what was
In a fraction of a second
Pure bliss.