Sunday, July 21, 2013

The Puppy That Barks In His Sleep (Soon-to-be Grave)

My mind has stopped working
However, do not worry
It is merely gathering memories and sorting
Perchance to tell an exquisite story

All the while
The world has turned gray
And dull like a nail file
Maybe this is a better way for it to stay

Everything is neutral
The milk has gone sour
But reality has curdled overall
Dreams or false perception in it's power

My heart pierced by crying bullets
All the while, harsh smoke leaves my lungs
My brain's job is to fool it
Into thinking that nothing stung

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