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A way to a means...
Smoking like a machine
Icebergs of fire
Right to the filter
Psytrance, like a dream
I’m on the edge
Am I Chris or… John?
Like a child on the precipice
Fuck me, no Fuck him
Images and Imagii
Longing for a place that doesn’t exist
A feeling with no name
The blame game
A one way train
OCD
Click, click, click…
Pictures of people and places I’ve never seen
A way to a means
A means to an end
I can feel it in this place,
I’m going round the bend.
Icebergs of fire
Right to the filter
Psytrance, like a dream
I’m on the edge
Am I Chris or… John?
Like a child on the precipice
Fuck me, no Fuck him
Images and Imagii
Longing for a place that doesn’t exist
A feeling with no name
The blame game
A one way train
OCD
Click, click, click…
Pictures of people and places I’ve never seen
A way to a means
A means to an end
I can feel it in this place,
I’m going round the bend.
Published 31st Jan 2012
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31st Jan 2012 6:10pm
From where I'm standing, with the thoughts I'm having well righting this, this is a dark poem.
4th Mar 2012 8:16pm
4th Mar 2012 8:21pm
