September 15, 08
Static electricity -
At the edge of the head...
The mind is sending vibes,
Forgetting heart beat.
The faucet -
Is dripping the rainbow...
Too many colours for me,
I can't see or count.
Like a cat jumping,
From roof to roof and mid-
Before the eyes turns into-
Something unreal...A bird.
Which turned to smoke.
Which I breathed in.
Intoxicated and coma frozen.
The voices aren't -
Making anymore sense...
The screams are whispers,
And whispers are dried lips.
Wretched as mine -
Simply impure is drunk...
Fill me up and melt me down,
Turn myself to the door.
Turn back around.
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