Oblique
09-17-2006, 02:30 AM
I have no idea what I wrote this about, it was one of those subconcious things I think, it just kinda came to me as I wrote it. Called RHFS for lack of a better name.
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Cylinder shapes, Focusing in
Amidst the sky, Floating with wind
Blurred and tainted, With the leaves
Mud and water, Out they seethe
Now, Come to see what they won’t
How, We want to but they don’t
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Numbers appear (Were are they from)
Floor never here (Standing on numb)
Walls covered up (They’re closing in)
Empty the cup (Losing to win)
Staring into nothing as we all have done
Seeing the shadows thinking they’ve won
Flames appear like they’ve been so beat
Kneeling down they conform with defeat
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Squaring the keys, Pushed as they strike
These fearless heads, How could we like
Scream and telling, You to hide
From the water, They have died
Now, Come to see what they won’t
How, We want to but they don’t
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Cylinder shapes, Focusing in
Amidst the sky, Floating with wind
Blurred and tainted, With the leaves
Mud and water, Out they seethe
Now, Come to see what they won’t
How, We want to but they don’t
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Numbers appear (Were are they from)
Floor never here (Standing on numb)
Walls covered up (They’re closing in)
Empty the cup (Losing to win)
Staring into nothing as we all have done
Seeing the shadows thinking they’ve won
Flames appear like they’ve been so beat
Kneeling down they conform with defeat
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…
Squaring the keys, Pushed as they strike
These fearless heads, How could we like
Scream and telling, You to hide
From the water, They have died
Now, Come to see what they won’t
How, We want to but they don’t
Rafters… Hanging… Figures… Swaying…