Thursday, March 27, 2008

Sweet Dreams

She gave me a fever, the chills.

She spoke of a melody
so sublime,
I could almost hear it.

She spoke of the 'pope', and
'The eternal sunshine;
of the spotless mind'

She spake in a tongue
I understood.
Alas, she was blind.

She made me sad
she made me yearn
I need her.

But, now she is gone.
Skipping over forbidding hills.

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Listening to 'Wasteland' - Institute

2 comments:

Nithin "Kitta" Shenoy said...

@ Astro-illogy : Ha ha ha ha ha!

JerryKantrell said...

:D
yeah, what can I say ?
This one time, I did NOT appreciate the irony in life.