Is on a wall,
The wall of a graying castle
Filled with the stench of memories
Hanging on every breath I draw
Webs
Spiders’ webs blurring my sight
But there's a voice they cannot distort
It’s the voice that calms me
The one I always long to hear
Your voice
Takes me to the other world
The world that no words, have labeled yet
Making me blissful
That you are still here
