Thoughts

Haggardly faded into loneliness, I'm going to walk in the night, just tonight, every 
night because I've got to go for sure. 
  
The sky is my mirror and I see darkness touched by hovering lights, like aliens 
are about to attack me for righteous reasons no one knows .
 
When day comes, I run and hide. There's nothing to see in plain sight, so, alone, 
I'll be just fine.

 The wind is tripping me out, drifting my mind into agonizing peace of lonely 
times. I'll wander past the trees looking at me, navigating by the moons distant 
disposition. 

 I'm a liar, a dancing mad damned egotistical suicidal half-man . It's not so bad, 
not to those who leave me be and know I'm controlled by the freedom of being 
trapped inside a corpse-like dream. 

Not for sure, but likely, I'm going to die on my own, just to let it all go.
There's a ghost, a woman I used to know, that holds me cold and still. 
She's euphoric and untamed.  
 
She's a killer, a homicidal sweet heart blessed by the grace of her own undying 
hope. Tell me now, where do you think we're going to go? 

Her silhouette glows and comes with me on every journey, so now you know 
where her shadow crawls.  

I'm  embarrassing, hopped up on nicotine, but I'm all for sobriety. 'Can't get 
along, and can't live within society. 

Moody dreams wake me from where I don't want to go. Come on, now, I'm not for 
you, him, her, or anyone who has a soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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