When it gets late and the hallucinations kick in,
my eyes start to pin
and it looks like I'm back on
that old fool ******
Believe me
looks can deceive.
I am old and tagged with the brown paper bags
of my youth,
where truth was the dare you took and some like me
dared to look into
Pandora's box,
locked again with the key which only I can set free
she
waits
perhaps hallucinates too
thinking of me while I am
thinking of you.
The pictures go on until the long night has gone and I rest,she
knocks on the box but it's best that I sleep,
she will keep in my deepness
sleepless and waiting.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
When it gets late and the hallucinations kick in,
my eyes start to pin
and it looks like I'm back on
that old fool ******
Believe me
looks can deceive.
I am old and tagged with the brown paper bags
of my youth,
where truth was the dare you took and some like me
dared to look into
Pandora's box,
locked again with the key which only I can set free
she
waits
perhaps hallucinates too
thinking of me while I am
thinking of you.
The pictures go on until the long night has gone and I rest,she
knocks on the box but it's best that I sleep,
she will keep in my deepness
sleepless and waiting.
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