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Diamond Bertha Glory sparked her way
With brilliance and shine she danced
Her steps leaving no one astray
Her mood was so full of luster
She paved a path of a following
Leaving not much in the way to muster
Silence.
The house is filled with silence.
Daddy's battered Subaru sits in the driveway.
Is he here to see me?
His little girl,
His little mouse.
A manila envelope,
A few words,
EMOTIONS
I'm Not Feelin So Fine
Not feelin so great
Hate. The way I feel
Hate. The patients to wait.
But in the end, I'm feelin fine.
Every night through the day
I feel high, up, down, O-kay
Which is better
depression or mania
What is worse
organic psychosis or obscure sadness
You see the bright white i see the solemn
grey
I don't mean to sound desperate but
Euphoria
Yeah that's what I'd call it
EUPHORIA: the feeling of being up until 2 am
The feeling of never wanting to sit still
The realization that the night is too beautiful to sleep through
Yeah euphoria
The poison spills our weak undernourished minds
Spinning through our bones
Like clockwork waiting to be unwoven
Tracking time, never ceasing, waiting
Works unseen, whispers of the wind
