Friday, April 3, 2009

Sit With Me, A Balcony 6-Stories...

6:26 with sweet dreams of morning,
I'll take the backseat & watch the dawn,
As my body's yawning, my final warning,
The walls are creaking & closing in,
I'll escape through the vent in the ceiling,
But the tight fit is the worst feeling,
Say hello, my little friend, with a flick of your tail,
It's nice to meet you, now follow poison trails,
Would you mind if I thought of you?
When my eyes get heavy, the cold weight of lead,
Pressing against the question, would you even care?
Like the person that cared for you?

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