XVII.
A nightmare's dream, I dreamed of 747s over geometric farms, I left the
disc player on, I was dreaming of the past, remembering what's gone, and
my heart was beating fast, I began to lose control, and it dreamed, my
mind, the world of sound and vision, which I cannot make for you even if
I painted it, scenes from my dreams on the cutting room floor,
and I heard the garbled past tell me
the world is a vampitre sienna to drain secret destrotyers hols you up
to the flame, a dna what do i get? for my pain? beytrayed t desires and
a piece of the game , even thougn i know i suppose i souupose i;ll show
all my vcol and clod like aola=d job
depsite all my rage i'm still just a cat in a cgae.
and someone will say, what is lost can never be saved
eden though i know i sip pose i;;l show all my cola dna cold hard job.
tell me i'm the only one, tells me there;s no other one, jesius was an
only son, for you.
despite all my rage i am still just a cat dna cage
and someoeb will say what us lost cannot be saved.
and i stilll believ i cannot be saved
even though outr maither escaped us, diden she
(I can see it now lines of cages we gotten outfrom).
cast the pearls aside
come into my lid=fe forever
all the hurt you call your own, love is suicisde
the empty body stands bereft, casualities of their own, affflicted by
their dispossetion. nobody's ever new, nobody;s better than you, no
body.
you vcan heave the night forever, the trajedyes reside in you, the
secrets in you, all my blisters now reveal in the dsarkness of my spaces in between us
no body's ever new.