Last night just before sleep
I felt soft fingers tug at my throat
As if somebody was trying
To strangle me,
Whispering soft lullabies
As much as a ghostly warning
Before death
As I felt my lungs explode
Head bent over the bed
Pulling threads out of the moonlight
Chasing after the wind.
I felt soft fingers tug at my throat
As if somebody was trying
To strangle me,
Whispering soft lullabies
As much as a ghostly warning
Before death
As I felt my lungs explode
Head bent over the bed
Pulling threads out of the moonlight
Chasing after the wind.