Whispers of A Blue Moon

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

Cocaine

The train rushed in from the void
As I was inside it a rumbling of thoughts
A metallic voice
Whispering malice and misery

I had no desire to answer to it
Neither to fight against it
For I was numb
Against the pain of reality

Cocaine was all I need
An ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams
Where else
Do Unicorns come to life?

A flush of adrenaline in your veins
You look even better than I thought
From fat
To slim and beautiful

From the eyes of a dork
To pearls of the Black Sea
Can that
Be you who was not?

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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