psychelepsy
By aiwaz
under the hoofs of this unsteady phantom i see you amongst the rogues of meth amphetamine lanterns i can see you spinning round eyes closed feet 3 inches off the ground through narcotic fog and angel smog twitch my brain, with firecracker thoughts my third eye burns where spirits lock electric overload dancing strobes this distance implodes as i fall into my hole dug into the neurons of this wrongly wired mind psychic fits our hearts entwine for an episode i am in yr skin as round and round the dancefloor you spin Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 09:41 AM PST 0 • 10
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