-Insanity-
Walls look like candy bars.
Shadows of crows spoke to me.
Light bulbs burned little wings.
Dead flies, fly through mirrors.
Cover, cover yourself with blankets of skin.
rusted blood from sharp razors.
looking at a cardboard cut out sundown.
Waiting for the children of the night.
They eventually howl to me from a cornfield,
which seems to be my garden now.
the candybar walls are melting away.
And dogs are licking the floor.
The clock ticks like a time bomb.
and cuts visions like razors.
The wooden floor transformed itself,
into a wide open mouth.
with sharp teeth, grinding.
Swallowing dead fish, blinded by the fog
that had gathered inside.
Wild flowers grow on my walls now,
which turn into evil eyes
they follow me in every move I make
camera's inside this coffin?
J.S.
Shadows of crows spoke to me.
Light bulbs burned little wings.
Dead flies, fly through mirrors.
Cover, cover yourself with blankets of skin.
rusted blood from sharp razors.
looking at a cardboard cut out sundown.
Waiting for the children of the night.
They eventually howl to me from a cornfield,
which seems to be my garden now.
the candybar walls are melting away.
And dogs are licking the floor.
The clock ticks like a time bomb.
and cuts visions like razors.
The wooden floor transformed itself,
into a wide open mouth.
with sharp teeth, grinding.
Swallowing dead fish, blinded by the fog
that had gathered inside.
Wild flowers grow on my walls now,
which turn into evil eyes
they follow me in every move I make
camera's inside this coffin?
J.S.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| m@rcel: | Zondag, februari 05, 2006 21:07 |
| stilmakend..... Liefs m@rcel |
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| Sunflower Ria: | Zondag, februari 05, 2006 15:52 |
| stilmakend dieprakend....... liefs en knuffelkusxx warme omarming SunflowerRia |
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