The tornado of souls

Friday, August 24, 2007

Its nine.

Bright city lights
In looming darkness
The hour welcomes madness
Its nine.
A barrage of sound
In my ears
A myriad of neon in my eyes
The city is in ecstasy
Its nine.
I look up at the clouds
There's one out there who's happiest
Hey! Can we be friends?
Its nine.

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