Quicksand
and those sketchy
day dreams.
Are
dragging me
down river.
To Go.
Drunk dancing
at the
Devil's beat.
</3
As I lay,
here.
Drowning,
in all your liquid lies.
With my right hand
above water.
Of course.
Every fallen angel,
sides down the slippery
stripped-strip,
strippers pole.
Onto,
darker day dreams
of swimming,
singing
&
swing-dancing
with Lucy.
Tap-tap-tap
dancing
with the
Fairy Master
Lucipher,
himself.
Sometimes people are just misunderstood.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
Quicksand
and those sketchy
day dreams.
Are
dragging me
down river.
To Go.
Drunk dancing
at the
Devil's beat.
</3
As I lay,
here.
Drowning,
in all your liquid lies.
With my right hand
above water.
Of course.
Every fallen angel,
sides down the slippery
stripped-strip,
strippers pole.
Onto,
darker day dreams
of swimming,
singing
&
swing-dancing
with Lucy.
Tap-tap-tap
dancing
with the
Fairy Master
Lucipher,
himself.
Sometimes people are just misunderstood.
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