Euphonic Brew
A Social Scene
A halogenic chandelier that crystalizes thirstCookie-cutter smiling faces all about to burstDisembodied voices speaking trivialitiesSubjects, objects, predicates that circle around with gleeCan't you seeThis place ain't right for you or me, concedeIt ain't what we thought it'd be, believeThe walls around my mind are caving to fearAnd I don't want to die hereIncoherent babble like a multiscreen TVPermeates the room like salt that permeates the seaRuby saffron haze; I turn to windows for adviceCurtains cascade soft parade; my eyes have turned to iceGreen (green)A social scene of subjects that I've never seenBlue (red)A backyard shed just might be calling my namePurple (gray)A fuschia play, heroes made of paper macheOrange (pink)I don't think I was meant to play this game
From Letras Mania