djesp
Bluelighter
there redolence was frail and scorched like a battled tank.
The empty thought of persuasion lingered just long enough to fragment.
And in the fantist thoughts of yesterday, her words melted into secrecy.
Her open-door policy for a fix was a whole microcosom of kaos.
She was lost in the very thoughts that turned her mad.
screaming never passifys, it just makes it seem painful.
crinkle my face and age me fast; my hair as falling and my head is boiling
rushing, raging flying in my amphetamine psycosis
sink in my eyes and paraniod my soul; a lagging metamorphasis, slowly oiling
dyeing a free mind the colour of crystal; left dehydrated and weightless
that scent stained my clothes like rays on earth
I knew the opiate of sucide, and was not afraid to overdose
barren mind made for a scavanger hunt of chemicals
becoming a infintesimal soldier in a kreig of placebo wispers
somber traces of sanity left to the wind.
and with this petrafied look in my'n eyes....
left in cold dirt were lights glow dimm.
after all the tears have dryed,
...and we are left in the damp shadows
to us are lonelyness is tied.
perception of a foreign concept.
a division with no even constant.
in a perfect world, nothing is of it's name
tedious in form, too delerious to tame
by e.w. p.
The empty thought of persuasion lingered just long enough to fragment.
And in the fantist thoughts of yesterday, her words melted into secrecy.
Her open-door policy for a fix was a whole microcosom of kaos.
She was lost in the very thoughts that turned her mad.
screaming never passifys, it just makes it seem painful.
crinkle my face and age me fast; my hair as falling and my head is boiling
rushing, raging flying in my amphetamine psycosis
sink in my eyes and paraniod my soul; a lagging metamorphasis, slowly oiling
dyeing a free mind the colour of crystal; left dehydrated and weightless
that scent stained my clothes like rays on earth
I knew the opiate of sucide, and was not afraid to overdose
barren mind made for a scavanger hunt of chemicals
becoming a infintesimal soldier in a kreig of placebo wispers
somber traces of sanity left to the wind.
and with this petrafied look in my'n eyes....
left in cold dirt were lights glow dimm.
after all the tears have dryed,
...and we are left in the damp shadows
to us are lonelyness is tied.
perception of a foreign concept.
a division with no even constant.
in a perfect world, nothing is of it's name
tedious in form, too delerious to tame
by e.w. p.
