Here they fall,
As words they lay;
Like rain on leaves,
Then drift away—
New ones come
Lonesome and weak;
Shrugged off by the old,
Obese and bleak—
Stillness, then shock
Illuminates my mind;
A scape of rusted reveries,
Desolate and unkind—
Hallucinations by and by,
And I chase their light;
Dreams and adorations,
Faint whispers in the night—
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
Here they fall,
As words they lay;
Like rain on leaves,
Then drift away—
New ones come
Lonesome and weak;
Shrugged off by the old,
Obese and bleak—
Stillness, then shock
Illuminates my mind;
A scape of rusted reveries,
Desolate and unkind—
Hallucinations by and by,
And I chase their light;
Dreams and adorations,
Faint whispers in the night—
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