Disfunctional carpet-dreams
your breath runs through my watered-down vains
though misfortune invents a circulating silent storm
and distortion repents the fearful hibernating sleepform
Your death tore away my future-grown pains
hiding inside retrospective chasms
dieing eyes denied compulsive spasms
watch the clouds
they are not so far away
as I am to you today
lying on my back hoping you will miss me
injecting home-made Prozac drowned in moodswing whiskey
surrounded by guitars I cherish my long forgotten history
and pretend to be asleep
for tomorrow is still too far away to dream about
though misfortune invents a circulating silent storm
and distortion repents the fearful hibernating sleepform
Your death tore away my future-grown pains
hiding inside retrospective chasms
dieing eyes denied compulsive spasms
watch the clouds
they are not so far away
as I am to you today
lying on my back hoping you will miss me
injecting home-made Prozac drowned in moodswing whiskey
surrounded by guitars I cherish my long forgotten history
and pretend to be asleep
for tomorrow is still too far away to dream about
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Zilke: | Zaterdag, mei 07, 2005 20:06 |
Tell me, how does it feel to be so high looking down here... |
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| MayadeBij: | Vrijdag, mei 06, 2005 22:58 |
| Meer dan fantastico! Kus. | |
| Aidualc86: | Vrijdag, mei 06, 2005 22:48 |
| "lying on my back hoping you will miss me injecting home-made Prozac drowned in moodswing whiskey " Wauw... jij bent een tovenaar met woorden! Prachtig! |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 mei 2005 | ||
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