Posted by Creating Class 2005 | Posted on Friday, January 16, 2009 | Posted in Dessy
What if one day,I see a mirror, there's no reflection of mine. The emptiness's stroking my eyes, is it lying? I look upon myself, no hands, no face, no skin, no colors, nothing but the blank.
As I sucked the last single of my cigarette, as I drank the last drop of Jack Daniels, I felt you. I felt the tasteless, I sense the senseless. It wasn't the same anymore. The combination of the nicotine and khamar reminded me of you. The taste; bitter, sweet, burned, I tossed it down all the way through my lips.
The buzzing of the bee frightens my day.
Zzzzz.... zzzzz....
Again, I closed my ear tightly.
Zzzzzz.... zzzz....
But I still could hear it.
where are you??
Bee??
Gnat??
Something buzzing...
I find nothing..
Zzzzz... zzzz...
O I know it, the Zzzzzz comes from my mind, the Zzzzz it's you.
the one I couldn't describe but Zzzzzz.
It's raining again. The coldness freeze me like a stone in the edge of the harbor.
Now I'm a stone.
I know I'm orange but sometimes I can be yellow, green or purple. I know my nectar could invite you and this might be you who flew upon me, the dancing butterfly, harmonizing the gray smoked world with the combination of our colors.
As I sucked the last single of my cigarette, as I drank the last drop of Jack Daniels, I felt you. I felt the tasteless, I sense the senseless. It wasn't the same anymore. The combination of the nicotine and khamar reminded me of you. The taste; bitter, sweet, burned, I tossed it down all the way through my lips.
The buzzing of the bee frightens my day.
Zzzzz.... zzzzz....
Again, I closed my ear tightly.
Zzzzzz.... zzzz....
But I still could hear it.
where are you??
Bee??
Gnat??
Something buzzing...
I find nothing..
Zzzzz... zzzz...
O I know it, the Zzzzzz comes from my mind, the Zzzzz it's you.
the one I couldn't describe but Zzzzzz.
It's raining again. The coldness freeze me like a stone in the edge of the harbor.
Now I'm a stone.
I know I'm orange but sometimes I can be yellow, green or purple. I know my nectar could invite you and this might be you who flew upon me, the dancing butterfly, harmonizing the gray smoked world with the combination of our colors.
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