September Fourteenth
headlights illuminating the life around me
the lightning shows what's REAL in the dark.
screaming outloud because I'm lonely,
AM I THE MIDDLE OF YOUR PARTED SEA?
THE APPLE YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO EAT?
I'm feeling the nails, I'm feeling them, I FEEL THEM.
Walking, seeing sober;
This is life without a drink,
no haze, no phase...the lying truth.
blindingcolors , blinkingeyes,
thunderroaring ,
bleeding
skies.
posted by Unknown @ 8:52 PM
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