Fingers trace where the echoes go
A name A sound It’s slipping Slow
Does it mean less the more I know?
Semantic satiation Spinning in my brain
Say it once Say it twice
Till it’s just a stain
A mirror shines but shows no face
Hollow echoes in a crowded space
The stars are singing but they’re out of tune
The sun’s a spotlight on an empty room
A candy shell with nothing sweet
The taste of sugar turns to concrete
A thousand colors None of them true
A stained-glass window with no view
Falling notes like paper rain
Beauty wrapped a-round the pain
Pretty sounds with empty core
A melody that you can’t ignore
Words are ghosts
Haunting Fading Plain
Semantic satiation Whisper it again
Letters crumble turn to dust
Chasing meaning feels unjust
Familiar shapes they lose their trust
say it loud and say it soft