How I want to be part of the Midnight City
Sleeping a handful of daylight hours
Waking before night's perfectly timed arival
Music omnipresent, soothing and inspiring
Freaks trapped inside the television
And my head filling with writings and images to be set in paint
So precious
They spill through my eyes and fingers
Onto paper, cloth and walls
When the night slips into dawn
And sun comes, a welcoming warmth and light
May I plummit into a lucid slumber
Visited, entertained by dreams,
Storiees of sub-concious longings
I'll awake soon
And live in a certain light
Before jumping the train
Back to the Midnight City
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Thanks Heather, I'm glad you like it
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Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
~The Doors: 'When the music's over'
Everything Turns To Blood Except the Jukebox
nice job on this yo
I like the "spill through my eyes and fingers" line
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