Tripping Twilight

Once I get the Muse flowing everything is alright.
Waking up with You in the springtime once again.
Stored away imagery takes flight in the palm of Your hand.
You have offered me the world.
Haunting curiosities are in favor of my unpleasant appetite tonight.
I have nothing left once I'm done with You.
A dreamer a keeper and a peeper.
Lost in a abyss called a lonely heart.
Why do you keep me down by raising me up to Your level.
I have my butterfly net to catch the divine sparks of the original creation.
It is all lost to me, meet me on the other side of my self pity and sterilization.
I pretend to be humble when I came across creatures like You.
But I am sure You can see right through the image I am projecting.
I have become an aborted fetus on the astral plain.
666 for all the correct reasons on Sunday.
Tomorrow is a new day lost in the moments of now and anyway.
And by the way You are not who You say You are, I know all about You.
But I know all about others and become bipolar in the hysteria that is me.
Hold my hand as we walk away from one another on an abandoned horizon.
The Sun is totally catching my vibe at the moment, its hidden behind the clouds creating shadows.

Dru