Clinomania - Kaleidoscope
Picture me in a field of daisies
Eyes half open and hair tangled in the weeds
Blinded by the rich golden skyline
Deafened by the song of siren banshees
Was it all a fever dream?
A delightful nightmare of where I had been?
Did you chase me enough through the pine trees?
Or did you wake up too early and forget how to find me?
Picture me on a titanium yacht at sea
One hand in the water and the other on the wheel
Stare into the horizon through your inky film
Sink between the currents only to wake up with it over your head
It's shameful all the things we do in the name of love
It's disgraceful all the faces we change when the zipper gets stuck
Like a purple thistle, I'm as sick as the rivers
Like a golden missile, I'm a fear that quivers
Like a silent hustle, I'm new to the towers
Now watch me stumble, till I run out of hours
I can't cure myself of the clinomania
I always go out with the intention of being afraid
I don't mean to haunt you in your sleep but I'm inclined
To write sad poetry and call myself a Pallas maid
But is it the lonely hours that brought you to me
Sitting by the river and counting the sinking feet
If you could just lead me to you and break this vicious cycle where you always seem to lose
Then maybe your bed will seem less tempting
And your sleep a little less terrifying.
-auctor
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