Midnight Visions

• Posted by: Robert Venegas
• Created: September 6, 2014
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Dollars make the world spin round
The cities spinning with tops until they soon fall down
Topsy turvy 
We've peaked too early
The spider isn't moving
Flick of the web 
Still not moving
The sunrise is soon
These eyes are out of control
Spinning and closing
Opening and moving
Marching bands play in the distance
Out of tune
Out of sync
The skies have turned pink
The purple clouds begin to dance in the blue light 
This ghost town where the animals don't come around
Voices far ahead
No one alive to hears what they said
This anxiety hits again
Someone's watching you close by
Above your head they hover
Behind the pages they sit
Smiling
Grinning
Bloodstained teeth greet the dark
The sunrise begins
The smiles disappear
In the space of these white walls
Leave a lane for disabled fear

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