Right now, it's just the lyrics. I don't know what I'll do with it. I was thinking an A Capella song (would take the place of NightYear). I'll decide later. Here's what I have now:
My body's weak'ning.
Can't form the words.
My eyes are burning
With pictures dancing in delight.
The "How could you?"'s
Are never enough
To preserve, sanctify
The frozen love.
Flames of distant lullabies
Sung for propaganda.
Putrid ignorance,
A lasting stanza.
Forgetful flowers
Still must bloom
Under the influence.
They must rise and fall,
An evanescence.
Very deep, metaphorical thought process. If I continue with the song (possibly poem), I'll probably post an analysis of it!
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