Sunday, May 31, 2009

Quicksand

Crying all night
Alone again, no one by my side
Up and arms, mistakes I made
I retrace, over and over peddling through mud
Death seems like my only friend
Dark, bleak, and black
Who would care as I’m lifted above
Seek and I cannot find
A simple state of mind
Replay of foreplay under covers
Who am I to say who I once was
Who I’m not anymore
Let me be
Lifted high, leaving behind thunderstorms and seas
Floating, flying, dancing barefoot in the kitchen
My feet on your feet
Goodbye my hopeless dream

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