the long streets

midnight, and now we see now we see the lonliness of our lives sitting on the marianette strings waiting for some signs of hope or trust for the masterkeys to be handed out, our lust like a riverbed on the shores of our downed aircrafts

i remember planet of the apes and the remnants of a sofa we could kiss on, before the sun hit, and the madness set in.

for our own good, our own good they say, we slit our throats and make for oursleves dreams to wake from in search of nightmares we can't even fathom.

give us a falling apart life-(we get what we deserve at dawn) and the lonliness hits, and we remember how sad it is to walk the agonizing streets (even years later).

2003-02-21 | 3:06 p.m.
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