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eclectic lights shimmer distractedly in the distance
poisoned by his spirit, reflecting in his eyes
loving panic grown inside of me
I realize there is no time
it’s just in my mind
the flashing lights in his eyes
make me sleepy
I fall forward as consciousness leaves me
realizing I am now a prisoner, just like him
there will be no escape from this web of insanity
and as a caring hand breaks my fall
I see that in this dark, dark place,
at least someone understands me
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes