I embrace the light with all three wings
I tie myself to hope with all my universe
I stay in the mornings with the eyes in the night
And everything flowis trough me
The stress
Nothing makes sense to me.
I argue the luck of finding you.
I'm stressed by the sunrise
And everything is spinning
Round and round and round.
Next step,disequilibrium.
I follow consciousness the rule of living
That says: Follow your curse
Trough the living borders of death.
I'd like to rain to soak my skin
So I can bread like an amphibian .
To feel I'm a tulip bulb
And death retires every year.
And if time passed slowly
I'd rotten all my life in a hospital bed
A contest entry
- Psycho Therapy by SchizoChic.
450 points, ended September 23, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Does not stress cause madness, and madness stress out the body, mind and spirit?
It's a vicious cirlce, spining around like a cyclone in our soul, that's got us so twisted that the sky is on its side and the sun is being buried andextingushed in the soil.
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Good job here. Best of luck in life and in my contest.
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