by Corey Gonzales

Created on: June 29, 2009   Last Updated: December 10, 2009

The Journey

Universal is,

what is felt.

For some,

it goes beyond

what is real.

When it does,

everything,

crumbles.

Newborn,

from the ashes,

the journey,

begins once more.

Pheonix in,

the hedgegrow,

No,

in the bathroom,

Oh,

in the kitchen,

No,

it's gone,

for good.

When light,

is gone,

soul parades,

through the,

muck of,

left over day.

Distant from,

sanity,

closing in,

on the brink,

darkness falls,

and sorrows shrink.

Pheonix in,

the hedgegrow,

No,

in the bathroom,

Oh,

in the kitchen,

No,

it's gone,

for good.

Greenery oh greenery,

Please save me,

from the void.

Pick me up and,

throw me far,

so I may live long.

Pheonix in,

the hedgegrow,

No,

in the bathroom,

Oh,

in the kitchen,

No,

it's gone,

for good.

Drugs help,

they feed

the soul,

No matter,

what's done,

the feeling,

will continue,

something,

can't grasp.

Holy shit!

It's just,

the grass.

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