Where is my flower
Her flowing hair, with red stains
O Where is my saint

I saw a beggar pass me by today
On my way to catch a train
I offered him a sandwich
"No" he said in pain

"Sir, just take it there is no need to pay"
But my offer fell in vain
"I need you to consume it"
I held out my chain

He seemed to move closer
But turned his head away

"Do you want it, use your words for god's sake!"
I said hoping to provoke
"Speak an answer, yes or no?"
I hoped to invoke

"I am offering you something you want"
This must be a twisted joke
"Please I want you to take it"
Suddenly he spoke

With a long, searing stare
He licked his lips and said,

"It holds no matter what I desire"
His eyes peered into my heart
"I-I do not look through rose tint"
He shattered apart

"If you saw in my eyes the memories"
His list stopped before the start
"And you know not what I want"
That phrase, simple art

He calmed down a little
And I decided to say:

"You want to be fed, I know this is true,
You cannot remove a past attached to you,
So, please eat and enjoy life"

He hesitated and decided
Then said: "Your train has arrived"

And he faded away

What kind of fool am I?
One that shows no motion
Even though he thinks himself alone

What kind of fool is that?
A soul searching blind man
Who converts sight of facts to fiction

What does he perceive then?
He sees something in nothing
As a fanatical zealot would

What does he believe in?
Nothing, but he still looks
Remnants of God are still with him

Well then he is crazy, insane, a madman even
To search for something he knows isn't there

Yes,
He is only human

I think everyone dies
I truly do
Every time they close their eyes
They remain motionless for hours
Until they are revived

Do you disagree?
Clearly you do
Care to show me your proof
So that it may sway me
To a more accepted pasture


"Well what of their vitality?"
"They still move and shiver"
"And they breathe as if alive"
"Surely if something died"
"Their movement would cease"

Yes, their heart beats, and yes, they awaken
But I truly think they, themselves, leave

Why do I arrive at this?
You mean how,
Through a simple observation
I suppose it, at least, to me
It began like this:

When blackest blanket with yellow dots encircled
The sky and the heavens above
I found myself watched and groped by the air
For someone was watching me
When nobody was there.

Kneeling on your knees
Its all just a funny game
Taking his name in vain

Let it fall like rain
Lock broken with new keys
I now know, see him tame

Oh God,
OH God,
OH GOD,


And now I am left
Without my white dress to wear
He gave it to me clean

I damaged it's shine
Howling his name felt just right
Bathed in his holy stare

Oh God,
OH God,
OH GO-

AHHHHH, JESUS CHRIST

God that was amazing.