Friday, June 23, 2006

A faerie with no wings

I am sick
because you are sick
and it has been too long
Like an old addiction
Like a favorite high
pushing on the back of my eyes
alarms in my head
Visions of Brazil
You are dangerous
Like an old addiction
Like a favorite high
and don't think I dont know
I should run screaming
alarms in my head
I can hear u crying
I can feel your ribs
I miss you
I fear you
Like an old addiction
Like a favorite high
and now Im sick
because you are sick

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