i woke up to ur sound again...
not from d fathoms of ur soul..
but the noise of crushin leaves...
crumbling under ur departing feet.....
still my obscured vision...
sees a figure, paling away in black.
n still my mind...
opaque with that image...
gives me peace n some relief...
woke, i woke up again...
to my freezing breath...
dreamt of ur caress in d corners of my mind..
but i woke up to such a cold gushin out inside...
but slept i slept cos i dreamt of u...
still shiverin of d frigidity u had in u...
still oblivious of the fact...
that it was not a dream though...
i woke up to this bitter taste this time...
it was a dream in which i had cried...
bleached but i could taste d sour...
had this ocean surging...
but not a drop of tear...
mind still opaque to ur soul...
n the soul is screamin that its lone...
i woke to this dream again,
had a drape n i was runnin low.
with d hearse going..
by i saw this corpse lyin...
it was so much i had had in my mind...
but then suddenly i saw u...
n then i knew y u were cryin...........
