Whenever I try
(Staring hungrily)
To fight them off ,
They bind me tight
To the cold, stone floor
(Sweet paralysis),
And invade me further
(The lights go out).
Even harder to escape
(Shut away the dreams),
Because there's no chance
Of winning
(Buried in the attic),
When the enemy is myself
(Stuck on scorched earth).
Saturday, 1 August 2009
Dreams of Eden
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