I'm sleeping in my glass box
- normally called coffin -
move, I urge myself, move, arise
don't let the glass hold you back
like a fish in a fish tank
ogled by seven guards of life
keeping what's not theirs
Also I'm dreaming of apples
red and rounded, juicy and tasty
the keys to the glass box in their juice
The one who came also had an apple
now he is with me for all time
like I'm with them forever
I'm dreaming of the end of time
cracked glass and loads of apples
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-28 04:04:24
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