suffocating feelings
I fell in the void again.
Vacuum cleaner bag change,
Ready to black hole the world.
There's no trace in my mugshot
No whisky in my tea,
Half the propeller there once was.
Not yet,
There will be time
To sing my song to you
To make you understand.
Blind bat
Numb to what I once knew
And my nerves do not regenerate.
Hydrogen bomb in an A-frame
Zeppelin on its stairway to explosion
There is no gold in my veins
For I am made of blood and water
Diluting all else
And now I can't breathe.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 06:49
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Claustrophobic
I fell in the void again.
Vacuum cleaner bag change,
Ready to black hole the world.
There's no trace in my mugshot
No whisky in my tea,
Half the propeller there once was.
Not yet,
There will be time
To sing my song to you
To make you understand.
Blind bat
Numb to what I once knew
And my nerves do not regenerate.
Hydrogen bomb in an A-frame
Zeppelin on its stairway to explosion
There is no gold in my veins
For I am made of blood and water
Diluting all else
And now I can't breathe.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 623 times
Written on 2006-09-05 at 06:49
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Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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