Blind Squid

The wind seems to swallow all your hair Your skin seems so fresh amidst the air The car that your driving swerves the lanes The ink of your needle hits the brain You lose control The silence by your couch seems to talk Someday they'll find your body-lined chalk The Program on your tv just ain't the same The liquid of your pen, it hits your veins The blind squid, he took control Kissed your lips, made your sight gold The time with him, feels so right Enough, just right, to avoid the blight every visit, seems to take, just a little longer The process is a blessing, not a shame Don't feed your head with the wrong splain Overwhelming you is a new sensation Maybe it's just his new proclamation While you lose control