2006-07-24
A night on the town.
steps into obliviondown the street of pandemic
hustling virus and hate
street merchants selling souls
what would be life to search for
now comes in a box
full of pictures and words
but its not your mind anymore
but a pot of everyone you know
everyone you've ever seen
all drowning in the boil
so seek a whole new you
everyday waking up
same but this...
a night of being outside yourself for once
refreshing. growing new skin.
out went the bad in listening
same words. different positions.
amazing.
you forgot who you were
momentarily
found yourself lost in nothing
gazing upon the other eyes
getting lost in pupils
black. nothing.
unlike me.
perfect.
Katrina at 11:41 PM