Here In Babylon
Sitting here sipping upon a monster's energy drink
Trying to clear my mind that perhaps the fog shall lift
Her palette may appear this verse an image, something ?
Short nights long days still walking through yesteryears haze..
Upon a train unto nowhere at least within this life I would wish
Here, amid a world without inspiration ? Winding staircases rising
Towards empty ledges her paradox; vertigo's revolving doors bizarre.
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