Jul 21, 2004 11:04
the vortex on your cieling
remembered plastic thoughts
when my brain was always moving
Too fast for thought
i blaime on the E
that sucked the emotion from my soul
and left us like small children
without a thought in the world
The emptiness took over
chainsmoking to fill the gap
The pain of being sober
And the thoughts of going back
i couldn't force myself to hold you
On the night that never stopped
The little girls always fucked up
Apologized for by the ocelot
i wrote of many things
that turned out scribbles on the page
epiphanys forgotten
leaving chasams of
Deadly thoughts
fall on weeping eyes
The graceful arc
Of the eternal moon's rise
creeping shadows
like poison mist
inhance the guilt
upon my lips
beauty comes
like thoughts fortold
wrapped in mist
in midnights folds
time will stretch
past guilts confines
and break through
to my delicate mind