Inside my pocket
Phrantik

A nursery rhyme found in a pocket of dreams…
A horror story in a pocket of screams…
A love story in a pocket of hope…
And a tripped story in a pocket of dope…

Every pocket has a story to tell…
The good the bad, the completely insane
Every pocket has a story to YELL
Of hopeful glee, and regretful pain…

So lets look in the pockets
See what we see
Lets look in the pockets
And set the stories free

Inside my pocket lies a deeper world
Where reality is twisted, distorted and blurred
Where children rule with an iron fist
And when you vanish your always missed
Where you shrink when you grow
And come when you go
The pocket’s a confused little place

Open my pocket and look inside
But see only faces of those who have died
Blood pours out as my nightmares are all set free
They encompass my body as my pocket bleeds
I put my hand in to stop the flow of life
And remove my hand gripping the knife
In a land of murder and evil death
I finally lose my very last breath

A poem in my pocket to express something deep
Words written for her to treasure and keep
My heart cant explain the way I feel still
But I know its something It soon will
Its love that flows from every inch of me
Its my love that I finally have set free
And its you I found and I want to hold
So with these words consider it told
…I love you.

Lets escape from this world through the rabbits hole
See how deep it goes, while we tumble and roll
Trip over a stone, or a bone or a phone
The ringing in my ears makes me know they’re not home
But where have they gone, lines disappear
Ask the 8 ball cause its been pocketed near
The world spins and I fall, my nose bleeds I need blow
Cause It brought me here and now I must go

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