Mirrors on the ceiling Pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Relax said the nightman We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like But you can never leave
posted by Ayuni A. at 11:34 AM
Hello! Welcome to my blog :) I am a stay at home mom of three kids, currently living in the beautiful desert country of Qatar. I am a writer and watercolour hobbyist, although most of my time is spent as a tired mom. Here's my musings, and I hope you enjoy it!
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