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7:05 AM - A Walk Through Midnight (revised)

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WALKING THROUGH MIDNIGHTSatan's nicotine puffs highlighted by a silkscreen black light lapelPlacate my treasured regret The wind protects against external thoughtsAs my faade thickens, the pace quickens, Thoughts matriculateWalls of isolation impersonate protection,As I search for affectionFrom somewhere inside my diseased mindFrom here to nowhere, faster than a beating heart,A millisecond of second thoughts Transgressions bending perceptionAs owls ask the only questionsWalking past midnight, long before two, but caught in mid-flightSomewhere between afterthought, and lossI walk the only one...I walk aloneCorrupt in mind, but a soul of gold, I walk aloneMy halo tarnished, my sacraments sacrificed for the greater goodAnd I see the moon dart between the pillowed sheetsAs my eyes are wide to the possibilities that only lie in the nightI dare to dream Poe's "Dreams" but is strife everlasting,Oh, in the morning will it end without mourningAnd unveil a paradise of unequaled divinitySomething like a city, but without the congestionSomething like a museum, but still with functionI dare to dream that dream with eyes wideHoping to see without a second sight, or with a second thoughtBe lost to what it means if I should see that dreamSo onward I walk, cold and alone, I seek that homeBC Beneke 5.30.03 (revised 5.8.08)
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I walk aloneCorrupt in mind, but a soul of gold, I walk aloneMy halo tarnished, my sacraments sacrificed for the greater goodAnd I see the moon dart between the pillowed sheetsAs my eyes are wide to the possibilities that only lie in the nightI dare to dream Poe's "Dreams" but is strife everlasting,Oh, in the morning will it end without mourningAnd unveil a paradise of unequaled divinitySomething like a city, but without the congestionSomething like a museum, but still with functionI dare to dream that dream with eyes wideHoping to see without a second sight, or with a second thoughtBe lost to what it means if I should see that dreamSo onward I walk, cold and alone, I seek that homeBC Beneke 5.30.03 (revised 5.8.08)
Last Updated ( Thursday, 17 July 2008 )