i would like to be in a band again one day…. *sigh* sad days make good songs

i remember
a dress of red
take a breath
and open your eyes
plate shift
with this moment
frame broken
close them tight
and all ive got is the cause
and all ive got is because
hold still you’ve lost your

wait now
hold on
i want to be somebody
and now
im not looking for an answer

perhaps people can open there eyes…
or perhaps this is a black world, with a pink, raw underbelly

where i will live one day… underground

a place i live