There's no logical explanation to why I'm listening to depeche mode at this hour. I mean it's well past midnight.
Maybe cuz I've nothing better to do, or maybe I'm hoping against hope that I'll be able to stretch this night into morning. hah, waking up to the moon instead of the sun. Won't that be something?
sigh, here I am, stranded in a swamp of insignificant musings..please, nobody throw me a rope!
It's official..it's late night, and just when I thought this heap of routine couldn't look anymore revolting, it applies fresh makeup of promise, and entices me with a rosy hope again.
What can I say? I'm a sucker for utopia.
The air is thick with all the castles I've built in it, and my paradise is overrun by fools.
letting my desires get the better of me, I'm a glutton for passion. Greedy and covetous..miserably ravenous for more..this need for effulgent furnace not a primrose spark.
to get sandblasted by ferocious heat
not thaw my bones in a sunlit park.
Silly late night, smearing wishful cravings on my insides
I sit here seeping blood
or is this rose petals
aching myself to a sigh
thirsting, craving
for a sinkhole to swallow me
or lend me wings maybe, so I could fly
The ceiling is probably my best friend, it gazes back when I stare at it..never judging; poker face, always! But here it is, my dearest darling night. Clad in a morbid smile, promises to sew shut my
eyes, and not a single word about what I'd see tonight..I'm hoping it'd be a dream, but I won't complain if it's a nightmare.
Maybe cuz I've nothing better to do, or maybe I'm hoping against hope that I'll be able to stretch this night into morning. hah, waking up to the moon instead of the sun. Won't that be something?
sigh, here I am, stranded in a swamp of insignificant musings..please, nobody throw me a rope!
It's official..it's late night, and just when I thought this heap of routine couldn't look anymore revolting, it applies fresh makeup of promise, and entices me with a rosy hope again.
What can I say? I'm a sucker for utopia.
The air is thick with all the castles I've built in it, and my paradise is overrun by fools.
letting my desires get the better of me, I'm a glutton for passion. Greedy and covetous..miserably ravenous for more..this need for effulgent furnace not a primrose spark.
to get sandblasted by ferocious heat
not thaw my bones in a sunlit park.
Silly late night, smearing wishful cravings on my insides
I sit here seeping blood
or is this rose petals
aching myself to a sigh
thirsting, craving
for a sinkhole to swallow me
or lend me wings maybe, so I could fly
The ceiling is probably my best friend, it gazes back when I stare at it..never judging; poker face, always! But here it is, my dearest darling night. Clad in a morbid smile, promises to sew shut my
eyes, and not a single word about what I'd see tonight..I'm hoping it'd be a dream, but I won't complain if it's a nightmare.
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