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Moons

I try very hard to please the monkey .
Stranded on the planet of the apes and I got no  money .
In the poppy fields the milk flows like honey.
I am in the darkest place on earth that remains sunny .
Come hither I'm burning up in the cold of winter .
From the deep dark corners I gather my diner.
I am back in from out of control.
I been hearing gossip about selling my soul.
I have murdered my inner child .
I seek the dark realms so vile.
I am not yourself lately .
I can now see for miles .
I am seeing triple .
I'm late for supper .
I am all for the milk of spiders.
A million days in a never ending summer.
I dropped out from the bottom .
I'm falling from the fall out .
Have a strong feeling I will be heading south .
In a daze from the glue.
I'm now transmitting from space.
Scraping lost satellites .
I own this town but I must hide my face .
I been awake for so long I can't sleep .
I am coming  back for the crumbs.
One day I will come out my coma .
I live my life like a setting sun.
And I now  live in the shadows of the moon.
I live by the gun.
Written by Raindog
Published | Edited 11th Sep 2013
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