open deep with your necter anguish, <br />drink up your cocktails, then spit out <br />the lowdown, this twilight is nothing <br />more then a flop house, etched in black <br />and blue stones. <br />open deep with your necter anguish, <br />then pour youself a cocktail, and watch <br />as your worn out dreams, find themselfves <br />in your beatifull light.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/etched-in-blue/
