F R A M E O F M I N D

old picture frame of mind, 
trapped beneath years of tears and reservoirs of wine,
sucking slowly on the tit of time,
old friend come back again,
a classic blend of blood lost and found,
shitty ideas tossed around a red room confounding all sense of sound procreated in the walls and ground,
it permeates from all around,
the stars of soul continue to astound,
reaching out beyond the profound,
multiplying states of matter to confine the minds un-bound.
Its all around, in the places you stand your ground,
to see it, you must look at what you have not found,
world renowned,
yet living only in the background of grave mounds and even graver minds,
sucking slowly on the tit of time,
old friend,
please,
wont you come back again?