Under Your Spell
"I don't eat I don't sleep I do nothing but think of you"
the line from the song repeats as I lay in a daze
staring at the ceiling,
arm SWaying with drink in hand.
The synths drown the sound of the mundane.
as the the sky drips with rain, distorting the Neon signs
pulsing through the window.
Traffic roars through shell shock ears, blissful eyes red in a haze.
The flickering light distancing from ones sight,
a warm melancholy symphony swirls down the throat as
dreams carry me through the night.
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