matrix
Against Hidden Poems
Against Hidden Poems
We then Sojourned
to that paradise
in your mind.
Somebody said,
"It is earthly."
We then mourned
these bleak eyes
in my mind.
Somebody has said,
"Who's that somebody?"
We join the Excursion
so we fantasize
but never to find
this mystical point
of view, "Have we?"
Deadly Madness
Folder:
Thoughts Dead I feel,
Dead I went.
They murdered me,
Me and my husband.
My greatest enemy,
Who created the matrix.
Deja vu all over again,
When I delve into my madness.