From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core Iave forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonat escape me
But why should I care
Thereas a place so dark you canat see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which canat defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
In the memory youall find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain - link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paperas crumpled up it canat be perfect again
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
Iam telling you that
I see it right through you
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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