Monday, 30 November 2009

Nothing Knew

I know of nothing new
I am spent of all I knew
My soul aches a stench of honeydew
Whilst I am soaked in your shameless goo

A momentary blast of paradise syndrome
Leads to an eternal task of a malady of no home
This crisis has many avenues but not so many doors
I was unlucky to take a fall into a deep mind of impermeable pores

I am sure you often wonder as I stealthily cross your thoughts hue
What happened to the girl I once knew who knew of nothing new?

She is still trapped in a homemade dungeon
Perilously stepping aside of her mind's eye
And dreaming of silver and gold to pass the time

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