|Current mood:|| geeky|
|Current music:||Explosions In The Sky "Your Hand in Mine"|
Edvard Munch's "The Scream"
His hands on his ears,
Maybe it's some terrible sound he hears
The sky has turned orange and red
Maybe he's afraid that the blue is dead
The people behind...
Maybe they've been unkind
The water's flowing
Maybe he's afraid it's been slowing
His eyes look ahead...
Maybe someone is dead
His mouth is open wide
Maybe he's scared of a tide
He seems to be levitating
Maybe the truth is devastating
Soon it will be night
Maybe he's terrified of no light
His black robe seems to disappear
Maybe he's not really here
The beach in the background...
Maybe in the morning it won't be around
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