Thursday, February 16, 2012

I hope you can read.

I wonder what you think up when the night calls
After a roll of vengeance of drugs and slurs and no one who cares
Where do you find yourself in the state of unaware
I call from an empty room connected by the back hand of my blur
you stand in silence and give me that stare
Holding hands palms facing up 
You tell me to wait and never give enough
For what we have has been written before
In a time and age where...
I begin to lose sight and you turn into tiny pixels
a faded dream into a stream of orange lucid ripples.

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