The drugs are helping me see,
Polly sits next to me,
The pedals are covered in green,
How many hands do I need to be mean,
I am waiting to realise an abnormal semi-conscious mind,
While my tears are making my teeth grind,
Wash the sunrise,
Close this book and give me a price.
Sold, old.
Polly sits next to me,
The pedals are covered in green,
How many hands do I need to be mean,
I am waiting to realise an abnormal semi-conscious mind,
While my tears are making my teeth grind,
Wash the sunrise,
Close this book and give me a price.
Sold, old.
posted by 100hands at Monday, October 30, 2006
1 Comments:
nice one nice one, i always like the angsty poetry more, angst seems to be dying in today's world....
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