Dripping colors of a distant image reveal a shape that I cant see they paint the trail of a dream but distance is more than I can breathe. Still far away, still cold My aura chokes me lies to me loves me and despises me yet in the end she whispers to me ...but remember, youll always be closer than is seems, youll be forever embraced in the birth of a hidden dream. How could I? Too late to realize that shape was the same as me.
shape, despises, aura, youll, dripping