Like I'm floating on a sea of water
Which exists only in the fourth dimension
The music of our friendship
grows painfully distant.
The walls are closing in--
And the tide is turning.
Phaser set to stun-the political nightmare of a house in hell,
a train in vain.
...the dastardly deeds done in by the puppets of a ubiquitous forlorn society.
The only thing left shimmering
is the glitter embedded into the skin of a showgirl-
An anticlimactic decoration.
A cover for the pain. |
Submission Name: Visionary
