Lethean

How long is the pattern going to speak for you?
How far can your voice reach?
Your song below the night
From my view, I can see you shudder where you are standing
In the vision, cyan blue
Now, October
This time you won’t be needing me
To run along the freeway
To weigh one’s heart against the oncoming dark
You left me with the pills
We had plans but you couldn’t make it
Through the trees, what took you so long?
The high grass, what took you so long?
Translate the fire, the venom’s rush inside your heart
How long can winter colour your every word?
And the skyline past the houses and the cities
Hyperopia, carmine red
Now, this river
This time I will
To run along the freeway
To weigh one’s heart against the oncoming dark
You left me with the pills
We had plans but you couldn’t make it
Through the trees, what took you so long?
The high grass, what took you so long?