Tattered pillowcase

And i roll over, to the other side of my bed.

Pulling the sheets around me, until they've covered up my head.

Swaying in the daylight, it's when i tend to sleep.

Forgetting what is right, just so i can dream.

And every turn seems to lead to, a corner trapped somewhere in the wall.

And every book tells a story, with words hidden beneath all the things you saw.

And every moment follows anouther, until it leads you hear again.

And every shadow crawling across your room, reminds you of, everything.

There wasn't anything left that i, could say to make a difference.

All my words were filled up, with empathy and ignorance.

Tiny feathers falling from my hands.

lighting flashes in my mind.

Empty shadows never understand.

Everything changes one more time.

And every turn seems to lead to, a corner trapped somewhere in the wall.

And every book tells a story, with words hidden beneath all the thing you saw.

And every moment follows anouther, until it leads you hear again.

And every shadow crawling across my room, reminds me of, everything.

It reminds me of, Everything