Κυριακή 22 Μαΐου 2011

In The Woods... - Generally More Worried Than Married

What is addiction with absence of drug
What is grey without the presence of white
Days remain hollow with absence of night

When I fell into my absence and knew
Not what to do
I made a can of coffee - smoked a
Cigarette or two 
This is like a Hunger  
This day is lake a feast
A last supper to materialize the
Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet

She lives in the attic
- A floor in between
My room and the comets -

Of chaos and dreams

I'm awaiting the crack of dawn

 - the smell of morning - 
where the sound of her footsteps can comfort and cure

It takes quite a while to get things in perspective

A bleak,coloured tile
Upon the wall - so pale and objective
But how would I gain from this knowledge
When I know not where to go..




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