You're a strange breed. You look out past my street (when I'm fast asleep) With the moon reflecting in the puddles in the corner of the street, Or, the corners of your corneas. (tear puddles) Until your vision is mottled and your sobs muffled. Continue to stare out your window (forever) Keep looking until you find something better.
Crawl through the wormhole; Alice down the rabbit hole. Morpheus and his red pill, slip and trip into an alien land. Search and discover, explore and uncover.
This is not an option anymore. ----------------
Rotten apple life, ----------------------------------- tree fall breeze. Grass landing, worm food for life.
We've all been snuffed out and gobbled up; spat out, trampled and crushed, beaten and strung up, **** on, rolled into a ball, kicked in the teeth, burnt to a crisp, ripped up, strangled, cut to pieces, and left to bleed out.
Too bad, no solution; only a personal solution to this mental pollution.
I've looked for a better way, but I've been shot straight out (of the sky) Out, exposed to the elements. Out, with a tree and a fern. Out, dedicated and elated. Out now, with a fire and an urn.
Nothing I say is funny, but somehow it's hysterical. I hear whistling in the morning, but I don't see the whistler.
Go jog; then to a sprint. (through a slaughterhouse) Tell me, can you imagine yourself? (covered in insects) Rotting between the ears,
Do you ever find yourself trying? (too hard) (way too hard) Trying to account for lost time. Wake up at 1 a.m. -getting shocked. Feel your heart (sprint) and stop on a dime.
Feel your heart stop (once in a while) Learn to love what's good and good for you. No rotting out. More speaking out.
Nothing I say is funny, but somehow it's hysterical. I hear whistling in the morning, but I don't see the whistler.