KaffeetassenTraume

Nov 19, 2005 20:34

A misty shroud of regret floats up and over my top
Slowly engulfing my totality, obscuring me from view
Turning me into an early-morning mirage
Beautiful, fragrant and ready to be taken
Unctuous and easily absorbed, waiting to surge through your veins
Prior to imbibing, you've fallen under the spell of my glamour
Yes, take...let me flow past your tongue; your esophagus
Take my touch of bitterness and turn it into productivity
Inhale...indulge...take my proferred energy
Feel the electricity of my presence illuminate your soul
Cleanse me and take my...take my
Damn you! My disillusionment is still here!
In your haste you've exhaled my mist
Left to join the hive of indistinguishable drone-bees
Discarded I remain, an empty vessel.
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