"zoolou" poems
Your mind is racing trying to capture the faces on the wall
your body is slipping, and your about to fall
don't try running, or he will come after you, now everything, is turning bluuuuue
You can travel through visions
but you wont get very far,
your mind will get stuck and no one will here you call
Now your wishing you wasn't here at all
The voices are muffled but you can hear that ring
it's starting to take over everything
the colors are coming closer to the end
and this is where the fun begins
Go see Dr Zoolou he can tell you everything
if you can find him catching clouds with a string
if he can get one, everything will be fine, if not your soul is mine.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC