Flash of inspiration,
Stash of sensations,
Things I felt now and then,
And in the end it wont be pretend,
Losing all of my help I think I’m starting to melt; it’s hell.
What was once cold, cool, calm and collected,
Is now just wet, spilled out and subjected,
To dreams all connected,
I froze stiff and tall,
My rays all reflected,
melted down to a haze,
It only took a few days.
New fuel for a blaze.
I have spoken with the moon,
I ask “please sing me for me soon”,
you’re making me loom
I gravitate to this perfect doom.
I feel myself slipping from the inside,
The further away I drift from my minds eye,
The closer I get to the fatal line
I just wanna die; I just wanna fly.
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