| Posted at 12:28 PM on August 10, 2009 |
Desires for the dark inside
Complementing me with fear of night
Can you catch me
Inside this shelter?
An asylum of the mind
I lock you there, for every deed
Which I can find
Behind the Alice-grin
A room for a single thought
Which locks me up
Without a second thought
Can't catch me, touch me, inside this illusion
Which was created
With fools' gold
But you can't bring me back

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