Second Sight
Kiss me kill me
hate is wired
designed by God,
in the subconscious mind
Given choices
so many voices
and vices,
chocolatey, chalky
sickly sweetened entices
Hardened with a velveteen sheen
improvised ways and means,
but I'm tired of all these schemes
and wayward dreams
Emotional outlets
have gotten me nowhere
drowning,
life completely confounding
Swirling, twirling madly
these images colliding into me
wouldn't wish this on anyone
writing through out the night
Fighting afterimages
ghostly skirmishes
such a tragic life,
second sight
mathiasthom
written 3/6/11
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