Sunday, April 15, 2012

Something For The Pain

Tanqueray and wild dreams
Broken thoughts and wired seams
Effervescent medication
Stoned beneath such confrontation
Blacklit whores and dirty words
Absent cares and wingless birds
Malcontented gradients
Stoned beneath such radiance
Malicious and delicious
I alone; I alone

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