Sweetly Indiscreetly

Halcyon, and confidence traded in for consciousness. These last have almost not – and with me trapped in between. Trizolam in two’s and three’s, wine bottles across the floor. I have neglected, am still neglecting…but my apologies don’t mean a thing.

My soul’s got a vacancy, because I’ve gone on vaccination.

I sing too loud in sleep sometimes, wake myself with in tune screaming.

It’s alright, it’s okay – it’s only the devil come to make you pay…

Put a costume on to hide the mask I wear. The shadows are busy everywhere. Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something MUST be wrong. And if nothing is wrong, I’ll make something wrong. This is the truth of the dare.

January is almost dead, and I mourn – partly responsible, entirely to blame.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   27 January, 2010  

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