Making Contact
By Step_20
Parisitic feeling from the inside out
Waiting for the best of times
to slowly pass me by
Everybody else was right
the ones inside my mind
running through the night to a child's lullabys
Preemptive disappointment,
A realist point of view
Premeditated cancer of a child left confused
searching for an understanding
purging from the booze
A certain brand of lethargy, from certain kinds of brews
Tired souls seek mirrored walls
for conference and for cold compress
Hand in hand and face to face
My eye is clouded by my breath...
"whatever mistake, whatever it takes"
I run my fingers through the mist
It's unclear now; what was my face
I cup my eyes for darkness' sake
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© 2007 Step_20
Published on Tuesday, January 16, 2007.
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