Sunday, June 7, 2015

On The Edge:but not in

Livin on the edge of the truth
i'm removed / from the one
in my mind/ i see that i'm not blind
though my eyes / can't find
never having once / tasted the precious fruit
now// i'm gone
 it's too late
 my fate
i'm just a song / played again and again
throughout eternity / i'm so blind
it's not even / kind
now where's my mind?
my body's afloat
some kind of moat
darkness around/ everybody bound
no one to relieve/ too late to believe

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