Thursday, January 12, 2012

Wound For Sound

Tick Tick tick 6:27 am
Yet another sleepless night
Where the switch on my back has been turned up too tight once again\
Go puppet go, eyes heavy with the mask of too many days gone by
Running against the wind, racing
It's never to late and nearer to dream one cigarette followed by a bump of cocaine in the night

Morning light as it burns my eyes
Running on 48 hrs...and the dream is real
A thousand cats rush before me and as i try hug them each and everyone
Rainbow Fur coats and the like
They grin, spin taunt at my sleepless state

The fact is i am way to fucking gone to care...or dare
So i rub my eyes and yawn and stretch
The sounds of the sun piercing every word escaping from my lips

Only to repeat this night after night...year..into eternity

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