Wound

I travel across these dreamscapes
In a cycle unbroken by time and reason
Like a cold gust of wind on an open wound
The feeling of coming home

I made your face the centerpiece in the gallery
That haunts my sleep
Your voice now leads the choir
To a melody without an end

This I carry
I cherish my share

I travel across these dreamscapes
And journey to those rooms again
I see everything where it should be
I am careful not to touch a thing

This I carry
I cherish my share
Your light prevails here
In my world built on blood



Credits
Writer(s): Soul Gutter
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