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you were mineYou can go forwards
you can go backwards
It is unclear where we go from here
But, that won't matter my dear
You can try and unwind the hands of time
It won't matter how you flip it
It won't matter how you spin it
The clock still lands on the same place where we stand
In that moment in time, you will still be mine for a minute
doesn't matter how you spin it
doesn't matter how you flip it
I still win
cause you were mine
for a that one moment in time
Doesn't matter where we go
that moment in that past will always echo
for the minute in time
you were mine
doesn't matter if we win
cause one day the clock stops ticking
but baby you were mine for a minute
doesn't matter which way that you spin it
doesn't matter which way that you flip it
you were mine for a minute
you were still mine for that point in time
always be mine for that minute
we still lose our breathe and everything winds down to a halt
We die and that nobodies' fault
cause you can try to rewind it
you can't steal back a single sec
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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