Premonitions begin behind the eyes. 
A melody that sneaks onto your doorstep, that slipped in with the wind.

Behind your eyes, it’s a feeling like you are about to cry. You eyes feel like wells, but you just don’t know why. This feeling that you know some misfortune is waiting to be foretold.

It’s an unexplained aching of your heart. It’s distant from you, yet you can’t set it apart. It’s like a music box that refuses to turn off.

Your heart it creeps like spiders in your thoughts. It’s just a feeling but it doesn’t seem to stop. You feel like weeping but instead you count the seconds on the clock. Until you’re sleeping. It refuses to depart.
A need to cry, but you can’t shake the feeling. That something soon will start

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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