hypnotic junkie

19.08.05

voice from the shadows,
you sway me.
i hear you move your body;
but i cannot hear
your name…

weary are those who seek yet do not find…

Art.
For my body that
you hold
which i myself can
not manipulate.
Who are you to
dictate impositions over which
i own?
Are we so attached
your power
overrules mine?
If i could
i would
trade
our surrealist world
to stain my wings.

[Art by: Tata©]