Alright then.
Here's a contrast to Chan's grandiloquent prose. These lyrics were written and then coincidentally applied to a loungey blues song.
pillow, soft and delicate,
where my head rests post predicate.
comfort zone. not to be alone.
disturbing thoughts arise, only at night.
but the scent of you is all I need
to calm me down and settle me.
my eyes go numb. you see me through
the winter weaks and what will become.
when my pillow sleeps so do I,
swiftly forcing my nightmares to die.
train me so, I go solo,
calling this and that place home.
if you only fit inside this sheet,
to wash away my fears, rinse and repeat,
my phobic days, their death would meet.
I just found your hair at my feet.
[ December 10, 2003, 06:14 AM: Message edited by: Titan ]
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