Wake Me Up
Where did it all go?
The fascination?
The unknowing mind?
Its all generic now. Just copies of copies, drawn by the blind.
I sit here in anticipation.
I wait for blood and laughs.
My welcome home. My bare knuckle initiation.
I'm so tired.
I want to wake up.
I want the world to fold on itself.
I want the windows to shatter.
People in the streets screaming "Nothing really matters!"
I want to braid a noose and then dare people to prove they are free.
Watch holy men cry when their church slides into the sea.
So bring me the girl with ink on her skin.
I'll watch her Bathe, as eye contact produces childish grins.
We'll Speak in hushed tones as the water runs hot over candle lit skin.
We are crystal ship strollers, in original sin.
Lets tear down the world with erotic looks and perfect fulfillment.
Wake me from purgatory with this one beautiful moment.
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