FOUR WALLS AND A FEELINGDisfiguring the memory So silent So serene One eye shut for the past One eye opens for tomorrow’s dream Mark her the one The one who will stand alone Pitter-patter of dry-rotted love Plunging, dropping, splashing into heaven’s eighth lake And casting a disfigured reflection of life in its eight rings Dry flaking tincture under one-inch fingernails So follow her home Follow her to reprisal so sweet Crying help to a barren room Barren walls Romance in monotone She will never miss you We will never miss you |