Yea I look
But see nothing
The sky darkens
And darkness shrouds me
I am comfortable
In this vertiable sea of misery
Jungle of insanity
swamp of solitude
Feelings a vague memory
Emotions an erased factor
My place of escape
Nothing can touch me
But as I float
Amongst the pure nothingness
I feel myself pulling away
From this evil reality I created
And back to the evil reality
I was born into
But I can always return to this
My Pretty Place
-Allen Rogers
Dying painlessly was simple
Awaking was strenuous
But I had to return;
You were looking so sensuous
So here I am-back
With one final plan
Let's love each other
Like old times again
Awake, my sweet,
And find me undead
What remains of YOUR dosage
Is fogging tour head
Your XTC dream
Is soon interrupted
And light pours though
Where a wall once obstructed
And so I turn to head back out
Lonely Heaven awaits, but then you shout
"Wait Up!"
-Allen Rogers
Your Kharmic flow lifts me.
Your Aura, so upbeat
Perhaps strong enough to overpower mine.
Yours, a force of concentrated happiness
To contrast my depressive state.
I have only myself to blame.
I despise the flow that I myself feed.
I nourish it in spite of myself.
I fear I'm not strong enough to defeat it.
Only you can save me from myself.
-Allen Rogers
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