Last night, meant to loosen the bulb I wrapped my hands in woven cloth, and coaxed the moon down instead It creaked, blushed, and fainted slipped into my palm, like a lover.
Oh hello compadre I guess they forgot to mention The choice of tasks, defined by protocols In execution Relies on your choices And the hidden psyche The broken mirror That is yours? Oops I guess now you know How You are gonna break again And again And again Untill the sandman Gets in you in your sleep
Let's do another line Of powdered sleep Swim the oceans With Hypnos Tumble down in the deep Dream of beauty And horror And nothing at all You feel it so real Sure as you're stuck to this ball When your dreams Are mostly disasters Which are usually caused by your actions You awake It takes a couple of beats To realise The current apocalypse Isn't happening.
it never stops wailing sirens the cops a doughnut but I don't listen anymore
got used to it like I once got used to the crash of waves on the shore it's just background and if you really hear it you can hear silence in the sound.
I am ready She says steady on John and I wonder where the time has gone.