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| Violet Dreams Carefully, I peer through the holes. My fingers waving apart the wooden beads as I creep into the darkness. The mellow hum of The Doors emanates from beneath the purple haze. Scattered faces messy the chambered walls as an eerie designed Jim Morrison peers out. I stumble, startled, then carefully haul myself through the mist. A violet lava lamp sits ahead radiating an enchanting orchid glow. I carefully graze through pictures scattered about the floor. I grasp our picture, a moment of legacies. Fog brushes my eyes as I frantically search for your gentle touch. A deep voice chants, "Follow me." Mesmerized I reach through the emptiness. "Where are you?" I can't find you. |
| Lost I'm lost in the haze of your memory, eternal bliss, Jim Morrison in clouds of sunshine. I search, falling through the ground into the mystic twilight, Dreams clouding my mind, shades of peace floating by. I need you, come out. Mists of morning sweep my eyes blinking in shades of confusion, searching for beads of the past pouring from your crystal eyes yet waking to watch them evaporate into the rising sun. I want you, where are you? |
| I'll call it a draft Haze, fading over my eyes. A dismal gray area. Searching, into the mist. Blind and loving. Lost, admist the fog. Feelings of sadness Pushing my way to you, uncover let me see. |
| And now for a change of pace... |
| Forget, all the ones you sent. Instant death, a bloddy massacre. You lied, it will haunt. You left them dead and bleeding broken boned and crying. You laughed, juggling lives between your fingers. They dropped, You glanced, Got up and walked away. We joined hands, they cried - we bled. |