* Poem inspired by The Cure lyrics *Let's go to bed.
We'll drown our sorrows with swollen lips.
Press your nicotine stained fingers against your tainted skin.
And with sunken eyes, dream of a better world.
We'll drown our sorrows with swollen lips.
Press your nicotine stained fingers against your tainted skin.
And with sunken eyes, dream of a better world.
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A crooked finger runs across a dusty window-sill.
Scrape off the dust - prick my skin on the edge of a splinter.
A crooked finger runs across a dusty window-sill.
Scrape off the dust - prick my skin on the edge of a splinter.
Little squashed fly.
You mean nothing to me.
You mean nothing to me.
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Little girl in the corner of the room.
She'll tease the flesh. Let her linger in your mind.
Whisper in my ear and tell me.
How do you really dare?
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Hide in the shadows if you will.
I'll watch you under loving arms.
You are merely a figment of my imagination.
You are not really there.
* Image Source: http://shudder-stock.deviantart.com/art/S-S-Dark-Bedroom-40979777 *
She'll tease the flesh. Let her linger in your mind.
Whisper in my ear and tell me.
How do you really dare?
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Hide in the shadows if you will.
I'll watch you under loving arms.
You are merely a figment of my imagination.
You are not really there.
* Image Source: http://shudder-stock.deviantart.com/art/S-S-Dark-Bedroom-40979777 *
For some strange reason, I suddenly thought of John Donne and "The Flea". Also sense a kind of limbo "no man's land", where dream and nightmare almost become blurred identities, merging into one. A disturbing and fascinating poem!
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