it’s the drip drip drip the relentless pressure that destroys a man the tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and it’s the pestilence of night that eats at his soul if he has a soul do we really have souls? I don’t know I hope so coz I would be a soul messenger a fragment of the sun
may goodness
open my eyes but not too much just
yet I want to leave some room for future revelations I’m a thousand years sober every day provides the same blue
vista that wipes away my tears and paints my happy head with an abiding love I’m
sick of dark reflections I want to bathe in light
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