Post by Eclipse on Apr 12, 2004 11:28:04 GMT -5
Parched Riverbed
Midnight melancholy;
Strike me fast and hard.
Break the point of clarity.
Deal me new cards.
The stereo’s up and blasting,
And the mega-bass is thrumming.
Fingers playing guitar cords,
And these lips are humming.
Drank from the dry spring
To put together something of a verse.
This caffeine-induced insomnia’s
Nothing more than cursed.
Damn these lunar cycles, moon!
Pray tell, why don’t you sing?
Go insane; run through thoughts,
And the silence they tend to bring.
The fetid stench of rotting knowledge
Between pages I hope aren’t read.
And maybe when I’m recognized,
I’ll have long been dead.
Ah! Relief, you finally came!
In tired heavy eyes.
Inspiration ran away and
Found some new disguise.
Midnight melancholy;
Strike me fast and hard.
Break the point of clarity.
Deal me new cards.
The stereo’s up and blasting,
And the mega-bass is thrumming.
Fingers playing guitar cords,
And these lips are humming.
Drank from the dry spring
To put together something of a verse.
This caffeine-induced insomnia’s
Nothing more than cursed.
Damn these lunar cycles, moon!
Pray tell, why don’t you sing?
Go insane; run through thoughts,
And the silence they tend to bring.
The fetid stench of rotting knowledge
Between pages I hope aren’t read.
And maybe when I’m recognized,
I’ll have long been dead.
Ah! Relief, you finally came!
In tired heavy eyes.
Inspiration ran away and
Found some new disguise.
