* There the poet lives *
Sunk in his own blissful depression and sorrow
Protesting sobriety with gallons of liquor and hallucinogens
* There the poet sleeps*
Dreams are made of reality beginning to fade
A beautiful cacophony of syncopated Technicolor
* There the poet sits*
Writing and stringing together subjugated thoughts
For someone to decipher and find further meanings for funding
* There the poet listens*
Screeching birds like pterodactyls drilling his mind
Piercing the silent observations he desires
* There the poet laments*
Perched on the edge of the world
Waiting for oblivion to come and save us all
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 3:41 PM UTC
* There the poet lives *
Sunk in his own blissful depression and sorrow
Protesting sobriety with gallons of liquor and hallucinogens
* There the poet sleeps*
Dreams are made of reality beginning to fade
A beautiful cacophony of syncopated Technicolor
* There the poet sits*
Writing and stringing together subjugated thoughts
For someone to decipher and find further meanings for funding
* There the poet listens*
Screeching birds like pterodactyls drilling his mind
Piercing the silent observations he desires
* There the poet laments*
Perched on the edge of the world
Waiting for oblivion to come and save us all
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