cut through my own trip
black and white colors
reflect through the burnt out sun.
across a sea of schizophrane and psychosis
i slowly fade to the colors between colors.
the reality between realities
the dreams of dreams known as life
and now, i'm broken on the floor
a perfect picture of what the world has become
i'm lost in oblivion.

12/17/2002

Author's Note: decypher my thoughts, because i have no idea what the hell i mean. this just popped out.

Posted on 12/18/2002
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