enigmacyofme
Feb 21, 2009 10:10
captain, the ship is gone by Poca
The light flickers in my room,
Drips of bright fall on my pillow,
The night flashes in my lair of doom.
Rips away the sun...
Take these pills
And it'll all wash away.
A billow, and its gone,
Like your clothes from my bed,
Ripped into shreds.
Absent, but not deceased.
Not here, but somewhere.
Where?