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At times life reminds me of a cello Being ripped and chomped with a chainsaw Are u following me? Are you covered by that same musical blood-splatter? And once again it’s all about A plunge downhill screaming With brakes on fire through curves careening And the world becomes a billion butterflies Being mutilated in a blender. I fall out of her eyes and try desperately to breathe This is a dream and I know I am dreaming Just as I know that once I was awake but will Wake again, nevermore. Slam! Those gates of granite and Iron before love can Become a ruckus of rain and rust through to my Heart. Too late I am smoking in the everafter Sure it is true love But unfortunately happily Is just a fairytale |
Perhaps you could narrate my life. It's full of moments like these.| Posted on 2016-09-27 00:00:00 | by EshyFishy | [ Reply to This ] | Nice, with a little trucker's parlance for our additional enlightenment. | Lloyd | Posted on 2015-12-25 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | Once again your morosely animated antics have created a hit. I can hear the cello's splinters flying, almost taste my butterfly smoothy. Who knew that morbidity could be such fun?? | Bruce | Posted on 2015-11-20 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |