Dikembe
Not Today, Angel
The room was covered in grass.The sheets were oceans; as cold as ice.I used to make faces at the faces you would make when I told you to look.When you weren't there I sat alone inside the office where you used to hang around,but I was inside the sound of what was lost, and where I found it.In the room behind the clock, when I moved to dust behind it.The room has shifted in this place that you call "home"without me in it.
From Letras Mania