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Array ( [sid] => 39344 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Vodka-Ain [time] => 2004-03-19 16:33:27 [hometext] => kind of strange..kind of reflections on recent events..this probably should be called 'acid something' or something but i had a dream with this title in it just wouldnt get outta my head. [bodytext] => shadows gleam in the corners of night
sparkling monsters eat all the light
the rain falls down in a deep silver bowl
then is poured back to destroy the soul
awry trees whistle for attention
but soon fly up in the act of redemption
a deep shooting pain runs down your throat
and in your stomach leaves a suicide note
the telephone poles all bend, but not break
you're the only one questioned of being a fake
the wallpaper peels at the scent of a rose
and mirror-imaged devils all have halos
skies open up to be crimson with blood
the beautiful people are covered in mud
the rejects and loners all sit on their thrones
only eat from the crust of their own bones
the floors all look like an illusion lagoon
children are wrapped inside a cocoon
air is breathable, it looks like black ink
swallowing everything, drains into a sink
floating down the side of the road
screaming out chants in some type of code
flowers are blurred in a glass of the blind
search and search, but never to find
falling down in a hole, twisted and black
again tomorrow night, you'll find your way back [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 59 [informant] => crimsondream [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
Vodka-Ain

Contributed by crimsondream on Friday, 19th March 2004 @ 04:33:27 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems



shadows gleam in the corners of night
sparkling monsters eat all the light
the rain falls down in a deep silver bowl
then is poured back to destroy the soul
awry trees whistle for attention
but soon fly up in the act of redemption
a deep shooting pain runs down your throat
and in your stomach leaves a suicide note
the telephone poles all bend, but not break
you're the only one questioned of being a fake
the wallpaper peels at the scent of a rose
and mirror-imaged devils all have halos
skies open up to be crimson with blood
the beautiful people are covered in mud
the rejects and loners all sit on their thrones
only eat from the crust of their own bones
the floors all look like an illusion lagoon
children are wrapped inside a cocoon
air is breathable, it looks like black ink
swallowing everything, drains into a sink
floating down the side of the road
screaming out chants in some type of code
flowers are blurred in a glass of the blind
search and search, but never to find
falling down in a hole, twisted and black
again tomorrow night, you'll find your way back




Copyright © crimsondream ... [ 2004-03-19 16:33:27]
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Re: Vodka-Ain (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Friday, 19th March 2004 @ 05:26:19 PM AEST
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this is amazing...wow...i love it...




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