Invisible vibrating messages send
Music coming from underground ends -
And all my desire
Turned me into a liar
Sparks and bombastic show,
Showed me that: Nothing I really know.
I don’t know where I am
And don’t really give a damn.
A fake kitten smile
Took the pain away a while
Just let me hold you…
Try, try, try to be True.
And then everything repeats -
Without consult or conceit
And deep, resonating pain returns
And for elsewhere else my heart yearns.
Some seraphim please come and beguile
Be my opiate for a while.
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