Blurry, All in a Flurry

Resonate, levitate. Hang between these walls of regret and disappointment like sound so tame - Am I a shame? To quit this game and leave no one to pick up the pieces of a shattered hope. Satiate, exonerate. Satisfy this hunger of self-denial by striking myself off the list of the sinned - don't I get the gist? That everything started out cold. And then I blew the whistle.