The Compound (Hotel California 2002)
A bad taste washes around my mouth,
I screw up my face to spit it all out.
Over Nevada desert and endless sands,
This nightmare place such lonesome land.
Dark night skies over high wind seas,
Sat on the shore, it washes over me.
Blue washed to black as black became deep,
To unknown depths these weak limbs sink.
Darkness, darkness pushing me around,
I stand to fight, but always fall down.
Darkness, darkness covering this compound,
I've searched for light but it's unfound.
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2009
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