astraldreams
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2002
- Messages
- 42
ADDICTION LOOPS//3/6/2002
have you ever been addicted?
invisible relentless grip on your consciousness
soul locked in grooves of never-ending loops
out of the blue
he sprung, like that shrewd knavish sprite, puck in midsummer's night
robin goodfellow but the name tells of another
for goodness was never the intention
sparkles and twinkles of the bewitching twin orbs which sees only love of thy self and not much of others
the potent potion which he sneaked into my blinded eyes
have you ever been addicted
the round little harmless looking circle which comes in various colours
melting and releasing its works
rising to breathe in their half hours
amid your suffocated mind, seeking to infuse pleasure at all synapses
someone stole all the stop-signs
tunes, melodies, basslines that dwells behind the back of one's mind
one sound washing you back to a shore of luminous seashells
where the television screen sits on the abandoned beach
fuzzle and dazzle with memories
flashbacks replay forward and rewind
have you ever been addicted
lose yourself in a maze where Alice's corpse lies
altered states
deviated minds
bipolar character of mine
delirium used to be delight
have you ever been addicted?
invisible relentless grip on your consciousness
soul locked in grooves of never-ending loops
out of the blue
he sprung, like that shrewd knavish sprite, puck in midsummer's night
robin goodfellow but the name tells of another
for goodness was never the intention
sparkles and twinkles of the bewitching twin orbs which sees only love of thy self and not much of others
the potent potion which he sneaked into my blinded eyes
have you ever been addicted
the round little harmless looking circle which comes in various colours
melting and releasing its works
rising to breathe in their half hours
amid your suffocated mind, seeking to infuse pleasure at all synapses
someone stole all the stop-signs
tunes, melodies, basslines that dwells behind the back of one's mind
one sound washing you back to a shore of luminous seashells
where the television screen sits on the abandoned beach
fuzzle and dazzle with memories
flashbacks replay forward and rewind
have you ever been addicted
lose yourself in a maze where Alice's corpse lies
altered states
deviated minds
bipolar character of mine
delirium used to be delight
