By distant moon
Date: 22 March 2001

Completely Saturated

Heated figurines
Dress up my decor
19th century, was so outdated
I put small pictures of your face
Under tiny shards of glass
A mask
It was a metaphor...

Headphones and loans and pregnant
I ran through lines of what it could be
I was insane in the pictures
You could only see in my eyes
And pleasantries has all but subsided
When I was a prisoner....

I'm currently saturated
Full to the brim
I'm currently conflicted
So dead I can't sin
I'm currently saturated

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