bliss
The Utopian Syndicate
Posts: 379
|
Post by bliss on Jul 17, 2011 23:07:05 GMT -8
Delerium My old friend We meet Again
Your acquaintance Thomas has bruised Parts of me never known At first the fight seemed Winnable now I'd be lucky To even breath unlabored The pigment dyed the world Surrounding Shades of grey leaving us Dangling all wrapped within Your Frey
The syncroerratic movement Your lazy eyed stare confounds Me
Fuck your mind leaving me tortured
The light beams out your windows At night draw me near Much like a moth Paralyzed tractor beam pulls Me in tight
Godawful this sight can't take me eyes Off it in dismay
This feeling this place gotta wash it all Away
|
|