the girl in the spacesuit,
she haunts my dreams.
my ever-deepening thoughts are
building homes on the vacant plot of grass
that is my mind.
the girl in the spacesuit whispers her warnings
she tells me i am dying.
shows me photographs of the black
that i am riding gallantly towards.
on the back of a black horse.
the smoke is the only thing under the sun,
that will put her to sleep.
she keeps screaming to determine,
just how far her voice will carry.
or perhaps she is screaming
to someone on the shore.
begging them to relieve her of constant
seasickness.
because the girl in the spacesuit
is leagues and leagues under the sea.
trying to untie the recurring knot.
she is obscure, yet familiar
she plagues my mortal brain.
one dark evening
her face ascended from the skylight
of a crowded ballroom.
**** you and
you.
**** that glass room under the sea.
**** the day that they told me,
the girl in the spacesuit was me.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 2:32 PM UTC
the girl in the spacesuit,
she haunts my dreams.
my ever-deepening thoughts are
building homes on the vacant plot of grass
that is my mind.
the girl in the spacesuit whispers her warnings
she tells me i am dying.
shows me photographs of the black
that i am riding gallantly towards.
on the back of a black horse.
the smoke is the only thing under the sun,
that will put her to sleep.
she keeps screaming to determine,
just how far her voice will carry.
or perhaps she is screaming
to someone on the shore.
begging them to relieve her of constant
seasickness.
because the girl in the spacesuit
is leagues and leagues under the sea.
trying to untie the recurring knot.
she is obscure, yet familiar
she plagues my mortal brain.
one dark evening
her face ascended from the skylight
of a crowded ballroom.
**** you and
you.
**** that glass room under the sea.
**** the day that they told me,
the girl in the spacesuit was me.
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