11.24.2002 :::
Rabbit in the Headlights Part I
Please headlights slow,
Stop blinding me,
Mr. Driver stop for me,
Take me down the yellow brick road
For I've been stabbed in the most peculiar way.
And left without armor.
Been strangled by a shadow mirage,
Used as a pleasure machination
Take me to the gauze house
So I may bleed to heal
Your tire so close to my ear
But closer to far away
Wrap me up in lies
You'll find my vision
Blurred and Unreflected
Doctor, you are the ghost.
Not again, you steal control,
Explore my garden again
Save me from the tools
And I feel nothing
::: posted by Matthew at 3:56 PM
