Wake-Fade-Gone

This is what happens when I read her poetry, My body gets thrown out to cold and stormy sea With shivers that threaten to blow out the lights The chipmunk inside me begins to confide. With blocks of bright colors all hurtling at me, They wish to consume me, devour my entity, They hit me, repeatedly, and I'm forced to taste the feeling That this isn't the last of all my defenses peeling. The man that is lonely, he trundles up to me, Beckoning me to take his path that will set me free-- But the chaos and glass thoughts are too much to refuse, Ignoring her cold hands and what I've got to lose. With happiness pending, the other side g