Monday, May 18, 2009

Stockholm Syndrome


Take me down that lone highway
Miles and miles away
Past Fields covered in snow,
Far away from the love you drew on my back
Far away from those bloody hotel sheets.

Its been a prison with you in my thoughts
Miles away from Eden
Followed by dogs snapping at my heels
Sleeplessly passing through spring and summer months
Sleepless without you in my arms.

Take me down that lone highway
Miles and miles away
Past fields poisoned with Pandora’s luck,
Far away from double binds and rainbow bruises
Far way from this widows shadowed curse.

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