Abstinence Grants Sight.
Who did you creep from
To wind around me?
Do you think to indulge
Is to set your mind free?
Roll.
Where do you travel
From our very last?
You shall dull us all
From this dust that I cast.
Light.
The mind still begs
Its jitters at bay,
To crawl and consume
All of us that it may.
Ash.
Take my loved ones;
Take them by the breath.
Shall I call them?
I’d call them love at death.
by
Adeleposted on 11/06/2009
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Believe it or not...through that cloudy haze...I can actually remember who it crept to me from, but I can never seem to remember where I put my car keys...hahaha!!
After years in the haze, it can be a boring ride when your endorphins no longer release.
Clear, but boring.