(no subject)
who are we, so congruent in our worlds?
wrapped up in silken bedsheets,
avoiding the cold?
were you all a figment of my imagination,
hallucinations and recognitions of my
unconscious filaments?
don't be so bold as to describe
pain in your eyes.
wake up, wake up
to this dark, sullen world.
and are you a light among it all?
see them all waking up to the dawn
from june to fall.
and now we make up stories
like the spiders spin webs.
and now we wish that it would never
go over again.
wrapped up in silken bedsheets,
avoiding the cold?
were you all a figment of my imagination,
hallucinations and recognitions of my
unconscious filaments?
don't be so bold as to describe
pain in your eyes.
wake up, wake up
to this dark, sullen world.
and are you a light among it all?
see them all waking up to the dawn
from june to fall.
and now we make up stories
like the spiders spin webs.
and now we wish that it would never
go over again.