Surreality
standing on the very last rock
watching rivers flow
remembring the best of times
that we no longer know
dreaming on the plastic couch
amongst the bloodshot eyes
still shaking from the needles deep
when ceilings start to rise
silence fills the air again
he sits and planned to stay
finally she spoke to him
he shakes his head and fades away
couldnt bring herself to take the mug
so she sifts surreal air
giving up she wreathes in pain
as her insides twist and tear
happy in sedation
wrapped in linen white
trapped inside these shrinking walls
just for one more night
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