Sitting among the angels Drinking the blood of god and laughing at the world all around A sinful delicacy of the senses A jesterly depiction of the tragic comedy that is life
This is my own private utopia
All the voices are my own Different Unique Filled with passion and confusion Chin up They mean well Sometimes Questioning purpose and all those important milestones along the way Those silly bullies camping in the subconscious It's okay Keep playing your silly little games It's a slow burn, but you won't penetrate my own private utopia
I miss being inside The warmth of intimate coexistence I dream of it every night Dream in colors and black and white Dream in languages I do not know Places I have not been Earthly souls I have not met
Strangers come and go I'd invite you in, but you won't stay You never do You make promises in jest but vanish with the wind You'll then be a memory in a song or a fantasy Just walk away Don't look back Just walk away
I'll be fine in my own private utopia I'm here, tears are dry Crying is just a lullaby to put me to sleep
It's comforting here Safe under the sheets Free from the destructive elements of vulnerability
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