Living On Oblivion Time
living on oblivion time
i turn to dust to become an invisible bunny on the wall
the conversations that i hear are criminal and cold
the lack of care brings forth unexpected tears
all autograph sessions are done with inanimate objects
all after parties are thrown in tomorrow's dreams
all clocks are broken
imaginations run wild and rule free
any corner of quietness is what i myself hold dear
living on oblivion time
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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