It's been a while
Since tangible notions
Have reached my mind.
It's been a while
Since colours have been coherent.
I think I enjoy this state
Much more
For hazy nights and soft lights
Are warmer than before.
If I sleep please do not wake me;
I'll be alive somewhere else
Where the noise isn't so
Loud
And
Sharp
Blades cutting through consciousness.
I'm sorry I couldn't wake.
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
