Trip to the Mind
Darkness
harmonica
"drifting drifting an' drifting away"
alone,
slow,
crimson eyed.
Thoughts
walls
laughs and sounds.
Weird sounds
too much laughter.
reason
lacking.
and then they come soaring up from the rings of white that leave your nostrils, slowly wading through the darkness, bringing light where there was none...
escape.
what?
life.
life?
Her
hahaha.
night.
peace.
smooth skin roughed by growing beard.
manhood.
innocence.
death.
and in the end there was, again, darkness.
harmonica
"drifting drifting an' drifting away"
alone,
slow,
crimson eyed.
Thoughts
walls
laughs and sounds.
Weird sounds
too much laughter.
reason
lacking.
and then they come soaring up from the rings of white that leave your nostrils, slowly wading through the darkness, bringing light where there was none...
escape.
what?
life.
life?
Her
hahaha.
night.
peace.
smooth skin roughed by growing beard.
manhood.
innocence.
death.
and in the end there was, again, darkness.
posted by rorschach at
12:23 PM
2 Comments:
Endless nights.. thats all there'll ever be guru.
i know that what the yearner said might be easier said than done but lochinvar maybe you should pay heed
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