Stupor

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Ze'ev-Hayalim, Feb 12, 2007.

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  1. Lost in a frozen lake of confusion
    yet the mind is clear and cool, the moon on high
    a whisper is but a scream
    blood and sweat commodities
    here i can fly so far, fall even further
    a glass of potent yeian, a pill or two
    a delicious potation
    sate the body, poison the soul
    lets me escape you, myself, everything
    heaven in a stupor, salvation in a bottle
    i'm here awhile
    because tomorrow they'll try to lock me up
    when this night fades to cursed day
    so will i.
     
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