My world is a radiant caramel dewdrop,
amidst the blissful blades of chocolate grass
that flourish like an expert sabre,
waiting to sever me from bleak reality
and the coldest of darknesses.

My world is the battlefield of imagining,
waged between the disembodied armies
of beautiful youth and frantic existence.

My world is an upside-down fairy tale,
where the princesses are sovereign and joyous,
but soon locked away by charming princes.
Where the absent shoe is found at a ball
and is never worn again.

My world is a creation of innocence,
with generous fountains of exuberance,
and a statues built after words unsaid.

My world is the autocracy of rapture.
I am king, hear me roar.
The invisibles and the less-importants
are tacitly knocking against the door
of my nougat castle, intruders!

Arm the guards! Foot the gates!
Let it be known that my world
shall not fall to mere accusations
of "autistic" and "challenged"!

I am king! Hear me roar!

Tricked and double-crossed,
I'm here in disbelief,
recalling Jack, and the boss,
and the obscure mission brief.

It was madness, pure stupid,
but it was her head or mine.
My choices were lucid,
I accepted the crime.

What else could I say?
If I'm not guilty, I'm dead.
I told her to stay
and then bludgeoned her head.

Jack wrapped up her body;
dumped it down a ravine.
Then you showed up, and oddly,
Jack was nowhere to be seen.

I'm not crazy, you know.
I drive all the time.
Not once have I shown
a hint of my crime.

My passengers love me,
they call me the best.
A true bus devotee,
but they don't know the rest.

My boss-man, he ordered
such terrible tasks, then.
I committed his horrors
in hopes he wont ask them.

I once killed a dog,
on strict orders, of course.
Once its sad eyes fogged,
I nearly died with remorse.

For now, bear with me,
I'll help you guys out.
For now, just believe
I'm not the one you should doubt.

...

That's ten years ago,
when I thought you could care
about a misled man
and his offer so fair.

While I was locked away,
countless more died.
You couldn't just say:
"Oh, give it a try"

Instead, you kept me here,
while boss-man ran amok.
All those lives you held dear...
well, that really must ****.

My time here is paid.
I have but one thing to say.
I'll warn you, be afraid;
the bus comes by today.

It is not found in high school.
It isn't found before.
It isn't part of the life of a kid,
but ****, it sure makes me sore.
How close it seems I am to touch;
how little I take when I take too much,
but my life is not a tragedy.


It won't be found in a locker.
It won't be found in a class.
It isn't part of mere high school things,
but tragedy can kiss my ***.
How innocent that letter I got was;
how painful it was to try because
my life is not a tragedy.


To me it seemed a noble gesture,
I thought I was right when I had guessed her,
nobody had known how much I tried,
not even her, and for that I cried.
How careful I was to not upset;
how hard I'll try to not regret,
but my life is not a tragedy.


If fate decides to toy with me
and bring me down unto my knees
So be it then. I couldn't care less.
I hope you find a use for that nice prom dress.