Scatter

It could be ,one dayIt could be, one dayThe way the dreamsReach out and rattle meBut only bits remainThe way Dreams fadeBut nightmares stickAnd have a wayOf haunting meHave playedWith sharp bladesLeaving marksScaring my memoriesCreating dark at the cornersOf my mouthVoices threateningWe will feed you toThe SharksIn a pool of redA vicious startRipped and tornFrom the livingTo the last thoughtBleeding outNo wayTearing me up forSpare partsto wear me downSearching back cateloguedPassing through daydreamsOf you and meEvery face bringing meEvery face turned upsideDownSad sad sad I've beenDigging for so longPlaying catch upGonna bury this townTo the precipiceDragging me on my knees
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