storm’s afterglow

you took a photograph of my soul

All the things you see with your eyes closed

All the ghosts in your dreams

Scratched, bruised

Fallen, altered

All the voices in my head that aren’t mine

Echos through the cracks

The fractures of my mind,

Standing at the door

You took a photograph of my soul,

Riding under strange television skies

Through the city of night

Until the storm’s afterglow

Breaks out on the other side

On the highway to dawn,

End of the night, it’s still warm

I know winter’s gone, music is all that’s left

And when the music’s over too

I’II turn off the bright lights

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