Friday, 14 November 2003

The Cyclo Psycho...Not

Like a lead weight in the chest
Weighing me down
Tying me down
Pushing me down

Like a shot of bliss in the veins
Making me soar
My heart flies
Right up into the sky

Like a grinding drill in the heart
Shooting pain
Causing fear
Losing hope

Like a flash of light to my eyes
I see you smile
Is it a mirage?
I feel calm winds blow

Like a shot of ice to parched lips
Quietening me
Bringing silence
Bringing comfort

-Anne The Obscure

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