Hollow-Mask

I am not real and the top keeps spinning. Thoughts are my infection and I wish to preform inception. On you. A curse from a dream. A dream from a curse. You will find me in my hearse.

Wind in my hair – how wonderful The people seem so small from here – how interesting The smell of damp air and car exhaust – how familiar A million lights from only a handful of buildings – how intense The moon in full and with radiant light – how beautiful The pavement so far down – how exhilarating My heart pounds a mile a minute – how will it end? Wind takes my body – it is wonderful People screaming – it is interesting Cold air and pollution – it is familiar A million lights rush by me – it is intense The moon smiles hellishly at me – it is beautiful The pavement