Veins pinned down by a stuttering mind
Blood spills out,allways pumping in time
Voices cry harmoniously
The haunted sound of melancholy
Then fast and furious,a glimmer of wisdom
An epiphany,a lyrical mystery
But like all things,the end comes too soon
And all thats left behind is a vague memory
Floating unconsious,a melody that glides
A beat to the soul,hidden in our minds
Never qiuete escaping,confined by reason
Inspiration slides in this Mirage of rythm