the permanent

U can hear the void in my voice but it'll Neva run down my cheek. Written for a song to feel it'll touch a nerve yet won't find me. Drifting with the mood that stepped aside as I stood simultaneously with the depths. It can be heard if one listens in the crackle of my minds thoughts left. Felt on the inside as if within a song speaking a spoken truth. Callin out to reason to explain to the confusion y I can not erupt nor let loose. Missed is a part of the gamble taken I knew would leave me holdin my own. Fadin from that secret place flowing along with a song spinnin on the roam. As character checks the motion of sound waves attackin emotional desires confronted by the tender torment. Smilin as I ride out on the notes unfazed to eyes that gaze through the permanent.