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Sunday, February 28, 2016

Thief In the Night - Lyric / Poetry -MobiusTripz

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

These thoughts incessantly melding,
Muddling, muttering, meandering,
Shards of larger also equally shattered thoughts,
like sub atomic bantering and babbling.

Is it all really elephant talk?
Or is it chemicals like particles,
Pieces getting caught up is the neural circuitry,
perhaps clogging a synapse,
these mechanical aspects all really got me thinking and on my toes,
faster and faster everything starts to rev and really go,
the body it's nerves and the thoughts all manic on overdrive,
I roll, I roll, I roll.

I'm going down now for the count,
trying best to hide my pursuit,
but even everyone else can tell,
when your after the dragon,
a chase to only use and abuse,
remaining always confounded, confused,
a concoction always awaits your grave,
always a moment away,
Always fucking calling you.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

It echos in the mind and it's origin is,
the inner most corner,
deep down and in the wet black cold sickly place of eternal depression,
and still it yet dares to promise you,
some romantic Interlude,
from these pits of fiery hell in which so residing,
So, ridiculously so because it feels so "lick my clit orgasmic fuck reality good"!

Let's use!

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

I think I may be coming to,
and if I am I swear I'm done and through,
since age 16 now black an blue,
chasing the dragon right on cue,
one more time is when you lose,
families, kids, brothers, sisters, parents, lives all shattered,
know ahead what's lays on that chosen other side,
exercise your better wisdom upon others death,
and do not partake,
for taken you shall be,
in an instant these thefts.

This thief in the night !

Rocket flight to out of sight mental fantasies,
Through city streets copping dope I chase sweet misery,
I think I love her so,
and she does love my company,
My heart just stopped,
Narcan quick please,
for I  have an appointment to cop at 3.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

These thoughts incessantly melding,
Muddling, muttering, meandering,
Shards of larger also equally shattered
thoughts,
sub atomic babbling and bantering.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

Fuck I'm 45...
What happened man,
How am I still alive?