Raskolnikov
Bluelighter
This night I see before my eyes, it's cold, it's clean outside those lies, Those slanted eyes that do despise, shhh. Are you there? Tell me, do I dare--
I look, I stare. I contort and twist. That glare that scares my wary sight. A look of plight is my only right of passage, can't you read the message I transmit though the dark abyss between you and I. This sight just seems to ream my dreams with clammy cream and blazing beams.
Bursting at the seams with quakeful curiousity, I shake my head with dread with desparing duty. And to think, it is beauty that has brought this on, scared me to song. Though, it's not always that strong, sometimes it does last long. It just depends of what kind of blend i have brewed today. But then again, these words never seem to spear anywhere near my churning chalice inspirating malice. What madness all this is, these volatile paths I follow even though they continue to swallow my trance til tomorrow. But I will not wallow in this stubborn sorrow today... Today my heart will lead me away. Listen to what I say I may not pray upon parade after parade of mindless mirrors of madness. THIS fills me with gladness.
Oww! My head hurts.
I hope you did't put too much thought into this oddity of mine.
Russ
I look, I stare. I contort and twist. That glare that scares my wary sight. A look of plight is my only right of passage, can't you read the message I transmit though the dark abyss between you and I. This sight just seems to ream my dreams with clammy cream and blazing beams.
Bursting at the seams with quakeful curiousity, I shake my head with dread with desparing duty. And to think, it is beauty that has brought this on, scared me to song. Though, it's not always that strong, sometimes it does last long. It just depends of what kind of blend i have brewed today. But then again, these words never seem to spear anywhere near my churning chalice inspirating malice. What madness all this is, these volatile paths I follow even though they continue to swallow my trance til tomorrow. But I will not wallow in this stubborn sorrow today... Today my heart will lead me away. Listen to what I say I may not pray upon parade after parade of mindless mirrors of madness. THIS fills me with gladness.
Oww! My head hurts.
I hope you did't put too much thought into this oddity of mine.
Russ
