Click clack
Skeleton in a shack
He's got so many Nick nacks in his head
But he's still only a walking dead
Tut Tut
He's just a fading memory
Walking among the living.
Alas what you are blind of
Is the fact we all will be like him in the end
You will be a skeleton among men.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
Drone in a zone
It's his own private place that he owns
And you think he's got no thoughts
But he isnt awake yet
Wait
He's still not awake.
What happened?
Where did he go?
Can he not hear our flow?
Look he opened his eyes!
Maybe he will take off his hellish discuise!
"The trees are dead."
He says.
How sad
The tops of his eyes fell again.
I wonder if he was always a drone.
I guess we will never know.
Due to the fact that he's stuck in the phone zone.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
Classic classroom with plastic juices
It’s never safe and sound here cause
The bar’s set in the ground.
Since I started I felt ostracised
Left in the corner I would criticize
The giants in the sky.
So time flies by
As my friends get high
On legal drugs handed out for free.
I ride by with a breeze.
With this luck I could buy a group of escorts with STDs.
Pointless ointment
Rubbing wounds that you created.
Hold on to that statement.
Do you hear yourself?
You’re suffocating!
Give yourself a reason to wake up just one more day!
Little by little we can change reality.
But first, we need to get off this island
So sailing out to sea, let’s leave.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
Comprehend this rainy day, take it in, I can wait.
Soak in the water like a sponge, that's been under the sink for far too long.
And you look so cold and lonely
It's so unfair that a soul so pretty
Has to be alone in the ice cold air.
So hold me in the pouring droplets
Squeeze me hard I might embrace it
When you hold me close I feel less naked
Just promise me that you won't ever fake it
Staple my head to your pretty smile
And I might just stay a while
Place your hand on the dial turn it up so we aren't dandelions
I'm the sea and you are the sand where we meet
You and I are here, in a sorry situation
With all these limitations.
Our first world dream is nailed to the ground
Like we are on probation
The officers took us and they chained us under the nations numbing ideologies
Like all those witches in the town of Salem
We are the monsters that didn't even get a chance
To have our first dance
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC