Sep 01, 2005 16:40
The hallways
glimpsing through the laser beams eyes of still neon
showing signs
of an apocalypse.
Here right now,
why not now?
She told me time was ending
with every tock and
the idle tick
leads the way to a dream
and I'll sleep it off.
This is what your soul looks like
"I don't know."
Traveling up mouse pads and searching the alphabet clouds for sentences
something stumbles into the obscure page.