Thursday, October 08, 2015


Reality comes a-calling
You leave the phone ringing
You're too busy dreaming
Too busy not screaming
You keep going back to it
To that which promised
To heal, and for a while does
And which forever after hurts
It carries you up, you're so high
Then goes missing, says good bye
And drops you down from ever greater heights
Hurts more every single time
Each time you swear was the last time
You lie, just like it does when it shows you
What each knows can never be true
You feed off of the hallucinations
Hopelessly addicted to hopeful visions
But, you see, it's quite all right
For without it you wouldn't make it another night

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