Blinding lights, Obscure the faces. Red/gold carpet, Burnt in places.
Tarnished silver, Broken logs, What shall I do? My mind’s in such a fog.
Hear the voices, Calling from The deepest wells, And poison frogs.
People I know, People I knew, All of whom’s voices Are coming through.
Die tonight, Die they say, Better not Run away.
Suicidal tendencies Are keeping me From living on, Surrendering.
My soul I shall keep, Mine to hold, Forever and more. Now I’m closing the door.
I hear the voices. Everything they say. Promising me not, To go away
Marickson · Mon Jan 12, 2009 @ 10:58pm · 0 Comments |