I drift on night-haunts and fantasies
Slipping into the unspoken wanderlust
Before my heart caves in on itself
I drift on night-haunts and fantasies
Playing back the day's scratched, torn film reel
Before my heart caves in on itself
I flick on my lamp and tumble from bed
Playing back the day's scratched, torn film reel
I question why
I flick on my lamp and tumble from bed
When Doubt caresses me, like many things crawling
I question why
My eyes are strained emptiness
When Doubt caresses me like many things crawling
And I give in to his advances
My eyes are strained emptiness
I push away all feeling
And I give into his advances
Drenching my neon in nothingness
I push away all feeling
My world slides out of focus
Drenching my neon in nothingness
Slipping into the unspoken wanderlust
...so wierd. I JUST put a poem like this on my myspace blog thingy. A lot shorter, but the same kinda idea. about sleep and all.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I love the repeating lines. you work it in very nicely.
-Chloe