A fountain made of coffee
A river of flowing tea
The ground is made of cake
The clouds are made of cream

I'm not very picky
I'm not hard to please
I'll have, perhaps, a little cheese
Or soup or fish or meat

I chew and swallow quickly
My tummy screams in glee
I seem to have forgotten
How wonderful a meal is

But as the plate empties
As I have the final bite
The taste becomes sour
The place becomes dark

The guilt that starts to sink in
The thoughts of what I've done
It seems that I've behaved
Like a beast, a cow, a dog


I need to get it out
I claw and push and pull
But the effort is pointless
My tummy likes to be full

It must never ever repeat
I won't ever ever eat
Why is it so hard?
Tummy, why do you cheat?

But a gift has been placed before me
Long and thick as chalk
I swallow one, and two, and three and four.
Now I won't have to hurl.

About  kidneys, liver and heart I care none
As long as I have this gift, there's no problem near,
All I have to do is sit
And wait for the next meal.

I have fallen as a pest into hell
As a bug, an error, a broken mistake
This tragic reality I can not bear
I wish to do something to fix what's in there

Melodies and Fantasies that stay within me
Slowly help me build my own dream
Soon I will as well cross the stream
And spread words of hope to the ones around here

As I prepare to fulfil my task
The poisonous scorpion decides to pass by
As he stares at me with lifeless blue eyes
He tries to bring me back down to the ground

"Delusional" "Crazy" and "Silly" he says
Is chasing dreams a really bad thing?
We push and pull and scoff and shout
I no longer want to hear him out

He walks by and the sky gets tints of black
I think it's time for me to pass
But I quietly ponder and worry a bit
What will it be if I left behind him?

Clearly we don't seem to agree
Alone in the darkness I don't want him to be
What if he learnt to trust me?
If we found a light, could we coexist?

To hurt in his nature is,
But in any case, I want to help him
We would be doomed if he pricked me
But in any case, I'll take the risk

The words I write
Are all I have
Every sentence, paragraph or script,
I hold dear.
They are my life.
It's a solitary existence.
To being rejected I'm prone
I've been left all alone
In a jail of words
I'll grab the pen once more
And my own personal prison
Will continue to grow.