Sunday, April 24, 2011

Break freee



Winking away the deathly sleep

obnoxiously intoxicated by the environment

Perplexed are my senses and so is the cerebrum

Help me, help me I need to break free.


Help me, help me I need to break freee
Gone are the days of divine happiness
Coffee shops, meeting points amiss
A home, a motel and now a wandering soul.


Desperate measures of insanity to break freee

phantom screams of desperation to break free

Lurking shadows of anguish to break free

I need to break free, help me, help me!

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