Glide

"May I have this dance?"...it nervously asks
The two glide into the heavy crowd
Awake this smile
Familiar...
The comfort of being
We are everything

Time is irrelevant while you're in my arms... maker
The grid is done and we all slowly colllapse around each other
Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory(Night four)

"May I have this dance?" ...it nervously asks
The two glide into the heavy crowd
Awake this Smile
Familiar...
The comfort of being
We are everything

Time is irrelevant while you're in my arms... maker
The grid is done and we all slowly collapse around each other
Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory“May I have this dance?”…it nervously asks
The two glide into the heavy crowd
Awake this smile
Familiar…
The comfort of being
We are everything

Time is irrelevant while you’re in my arms… maker
The grid is done and we all slowly collapse around each other
Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory