Through the midnight blues
My eyes would close
But that's old news
I will dive into the ocean
The vast regression of clues
My space is not empty
Nor is it filled with success
For every question presented
I ask fifteen in defense
Narrator lost his free spirit
After reciting my quest
Potentially dangerous merit
Got carried away with the rest
I often notice, and wonder
How come my demons are gone?
How come they left me down under?
After I fed them with love
So caring and charming
They called me sir Mr.Foe
Their starving eyes did not harm me,
But that was a decade ago
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
Through the midnight blues
My eyes would close
But that's old news
I will dive into the ocean
The vast regression of clues
My space is not empty
Nor is it filled with success
For every question presented
I ask fifteen in defense
Narrator lost his free spirit
After reciting my quest
Potentially dangerous merit
Got carried away with the rest
I often notice, and wonder
How come my demons are gone?
How come they left me down under?
After I fed them with love
So caring and charming
They called me sir Mr.Foe
Their starving eyes did not harm me,
But that was a decade ago
