Admirable Of The Inconsequential Undesirable Beam Of The Ordinary Dream

Interesting It Seems
Glimmering With Beams
Of Undesirable Dreams
And Of Nothing It Seems
To Be Ordinary To Means

Inconsequential It Seems
Admirable To Whom It Means

Of The Ordinary Dream
Creating The Undesirable Beam
Of Inconsequential Means
As Admirable As It Seems

something you see
something interesting to be
lost in the world of a distant dream
you are nothing to me
and everything seems
to be turning into a dream

and all is gone

All alone
far from home
no one to see
its hard for me
nothing is said
for my heart is dead.

taken to heart

I live this story. Through a shadow of glory, created by lights of despair, fueled by the life that I share while my heart weeps with moments to spare.

written by cody original

I've been seeing this ghost.

She knows all of my mistakes,

and she's conquered all my fears.

And when I feel her close,

regrets are the only thing she lets me hear.

She's begun to haunt every inch of my dreams,

And leaves me reeling.

Every line she feeds me

keeps me down and kneeling

and every time she leaves me,

I lose all direction.

If she keeps up like this

I'll be lost for good.

And This intoxication

is something I've accepted.

This subtle vocation

I've been playing at

Is what fills my mind,

and controls my time.

She pushes this clock

ticking faster and faster,

getting louder

Like the swing of a pendulum

every one around it has surely heard.

And like every weak willed criminal

I'm only seconds away from my confession.

written by cody

I've been seeing this ghost.

She sees all of my mistakes,

and she conquers the fears I hold on to.

And when I feel her close,

regrets are the only thing she lets me hear.

She began to haunt every inch of my dreams,

And leaves me reeling.

She enjoys nothing more.

Her every word dripping Elegance.

Every line she feeds me

keeps me down and kneeling

and every time she leaves me,

I lose all direction.

If she keeps up like this

I'll be lost for good.

And this intoxication

is something I've accepted.

This subtle vocation

I've been playing at

Is what fills my mind,

and controls my time.

She pushes this clock

ticking faster and faster,

getting louder

Like the swing of a pendulum.

With every breath she takes

my confidence seems to wane

And like every weak willed criminal

I'm only seconds away from my confession.

never ending

into the dark
creating a spark
of the start
we will burn
forever
in the wind
in the light
in the dark
the light is our heart
our love to start
our love to be
the love that will always be.