Array ( [sid] => 183938 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Lost Equilibrium [time] => 2017-02-19 01:54:13 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The windows rattle as the wind blows
a dog howls at the moon
as clouds serenely flow across the sky,
in the castle made of sand
we are looking for the magic
as we seek to escape the life,
I am talking to someone
but I dont know who
or what for...
my minds in a daze
and
I slowly melt into the floor.

In a room full of pilgrims
I recognize the wreckage of a angel
who/'/s been corrupted
and can no longer fly,
a voice calls out to me
I get emotional
I sigh and I cry,
I feel like a iceberg on a tropical sea
soon to be a ripple in time.

Out of the blue
something deep drips into my mind
we are all just bags of water
talking apes
looking for something that can not be found,
with so many alternate realities
which ones are real I am not sure,
as I am trying to tell to someone
my lips move
but I cant make a sound...
I dont think
I like these drugs anymore.



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Lost Equilibrium
Date: Sunday, 19th February 2017 @ 01:54:13 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
The windows rattle as the wind blows
a dog howls at the moon
as clouds serenely flow across the sky,
in the castle made of sand
we are looking for the magic
as we seek to escape the life,
I am talking to someone
but I dont know who
or what for...
my minds in a daze
and
I slowly melt into the floor.

In a room full of pilgrims
I recognize the wreckage of a angel
who/'/s been corrupted
and can no longer fly,
a voice calls out to me
I get emotional
I sigh and I cry,
I feel like a iceberg on a tropical sea
soon to be a ripple in time.

Out of the blue
something deep drips into my mind
we are all just bags of water
talking apes
looking for something that can not be found,
with so many alternate realities
which ones are real I am not sure,
as I am trying to tell to someone
my lips move
but I cant make a sound...
I dont think
I like these drugs anymore.





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