in the middle of it
stuck between a rock and a hard place
floating within limbo of reality and cyberspace
individual
individuality
rebel
fighting against conformity
a conformation of existence
if im scratch don't i bleed
if im tired dont i sleep
hydroplane of my aeroplane
night fails to escape me
just as the acursed morning after
time ceases to exist
words dont matter
on and on
etc. etc.
false continuation
lines to be pick up after.....
I think im in love....

I was lost on a friday night
she lit my way
lost in her beauty
my eyes were dazed
heart uplifted
somewhat gifted
i kept my cool
she is so smooth
i kept my grip to this plane of existence
this bane for instance
this thorn in my side
this curse
this thirst
questioning this neverending struggle
this unattainable prize
I love it when she says my name.
without her I'll never be the same
when she walked in
my heart raced
mind read signs of caution
fiery soulful goddess that shaked the ground