AlkeihiemersA Poem by CaSiThe act of forgetfulness because of the disease you have brought upon yourself with the bottle in your fist.Where does the money go? To your head! To your head, Thoughts of you were dead, Emotions could be free If I part of the remedy, He use to be my torniquet Until I ran just to forget. I ran so hard , Played every thought and every card, My hand was dealt before my time, Now we run just to make a dime. Time doesn't exist just a measurement, 'Til enternal bliss. In our minds we become free, All beings, we become one with the nature. All the things that control our mind, We run for the fun, Hell! I love to run! You claim to hate it, But I see you do so all the time, You run for the rum, From everything that's deep, Just like the bottom of the bottle 'Til it puts you too sleep You know It'll tell you so, The truth will show, But you'll wake up in the morning, & I'll watch you go. © 2012 CaSi |
StatsAuthorCaSiwhirl pool, taoism, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutwell, hmmm...... I am wild I am crazy I am me. I see what not many others see, I was the girl in the guy jeans, I was the girl with the black nail polish who hid her face, i was the girl with cuts, No.. more..Writing
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