Blink, blink, blink.
The one parallels another,
the shadow waiting to cover
Blink, blink, blink.
A new day begins,
yet here I still lay.
Blink, blink, blink.
The one is alone this time,
I wonder if it is scared.
Blink, blink, blink.
The neon snake leaves home,
a null of sound stains the room.
Blink, blink, blink.
Now a Pitchfork,
stabbing my brain.
Blink, blink, blink.
I don't even know anymore,
just go away!
Blink, blink, blink.
The snake returns home,
the birds awaken,
and the shadows die away
along with any hope of rest tonight.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
Blink, blink, blink.
The one parallels another,
the shadow waiting to cover
Blink, blink, blink.
A new day begins,
yet here I still lay.
Blink, blink, blink.
The one is alone this time,
I wonder if it is scared.
Blink, blink, blink.
The neon snake leaves home,
a null of sound stains the room.
Blink, blink, blink.
Now a Pitchfork,
stabbing my brain.
Blink, blink, blink.
I don't even know anymore,
just go away!
Blink, blink, blink.
The snake returns home,
the birds awaken,
and the shadows die away
along with any hope of rest tonight.
Late nights always equal weird for me and poetry.
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