you'll feel alive

hours closing in, i'm no junky these days and hell, it's growing solid and i keep reaching
reaching out
and arms
god, stars like the sun
and moist lips, newfound truths falling across the pages
life lived short and dazzles and i could wash, healing waters across the earth shattering dust and you'll feel,

you'll feel alive

and well, breathe deep cool new air with crazy asphalt lungs that smell of longsince grown over sadness.
i'd like to wander your earth, calm enchanting forces ranging from new hope to forever at peace (enlighten this, rage wars)

and now, we're all, all falling back asleep only to be rousted by strange angel night visions and impeccable taste in clothing.

it's coming and when it hits there'll be nothing left of you.

2003-05-11 | 1:15 p.m.
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