Humming
I am bound by the tethers of time
Born by curiosity
Seeping down my spine
Slipping through my fingers
With each scrape upon my skin
Luring in an atrocity of fury
Keeps my worries
Where they've been
Softly humming
Through hospital walls
Slightly open, light from her
Down the hall
Serendipitous numbing
Knuckles cracked by the Unforgiving cold
Sit on the window sill
I fear the world
Without me will unfold
I am found by who I run from
Again and again
Is it ever enough
As my footsteps fall behind me
I find my mind
Where the river frays
I shed my skin
Spread myself thin
And leave the rest all to decay
Softly humming
Undone sorrow of her voice
Searching for the surface light
Where there will be
A path of choice
Sunkin in, no longer my eyes
I rest in shipwrecks solitude
Merrily merrily merrily nothing
Mourning what I have yet to lose
The night shift's coming
I wonder if she's rushing
Back to her bed
Now humming in her head
For the future
Rests on her pillowcase
Held in the hands of a threshold
The world sits merely quaint
As it awaits what her
Humming beholds
For the future
Rests on her pillowcase
Held in the hands of a threshold
The world sits merely quaint
As it awaits what her
Humming beholds
Born by curiosity
Seeping down my spine
Slipping through my fingers
With each scrape upon my skin
Luring in an atrocity of fury
Keeps my worries
Where they've been
Softly humming
Through hospital walls
Slightly open, light from her
Down the hall
Serendipitous numbing
Knuckles cracked by the Unforgiving cold
Sit on the window sill
I fear the world
Without me will unfold
I am found by who I run from
Again and again
Is it ever enough
As my footsteps fall behind me
I find my mind
Where the river frays
I shed my skin
Spread myself thin
And leave the rest all to decay
Softly humming
Undone sorrow of her voice
Searching for the surface light
Where there will be
A path of choice
Sunkin in, no longer my eyes
I rest in shipwrecks solitude
Merrily merrily merrily nothing
Mourning what I have yet to lose
The night shift's coming
I wonder if she's rushing
Back to her bed
Now humming in her head
For the future
Rests on her pillowcase
Held in the hands of a threshold
The world sits merely quaint
As it awaits what her
Humming beholds
For the future
Rests on her pillowcase
Held in the hands of a threshold
The world sits merely quaint
As it awaits what her
Humming beholds
Credits
Writer(s): Ainsley Navarro
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