I do not write for tragedies and happy endings I do not write for fame or money I do not write to hurt others I write to show you that feelings are everywhere Not just the ones you have
If I were to write The stars into rhymes, And the planets into lines, The cosmos into limericks divine, The milky way into haikus so fine. Would you love me for all of time?
a ticking clock a worn lock your mind is blocking what is not talking you are dying and lying a ticking clock a worn lock your time is ending on the dot
a cocoon is fit for those who bloom after blood is shed after those are dead a throne is fit for those who bleed after months have fled after those are dead your mind is fit for madness after sadness is condemned after your death is commanded
the man in the moon is the engineer he pleads for your ears listen to him, peers for the man in the moon is the engineer of doom he is the dollmaker the one in the cocoon the man in the moon is the enginner the ruiner of all things you