Crinkly in madness, self-doubt and pity
I laugh like a madman and speak as if witty
I dance with your demons, they dance with me too,
I lost mine some time back
They're dancing in you
Lovers may come and
often may go
And so too do demons
even ones who
You know
So, wonder I,
'neath dimming night light,
why happiness never seems to sit right.
It becomes forgotten,
in all the wrong places,
where flesh lies half rotten.
In little jump-jerkles,
Upon sensing the fear,
Of being forgotten,
Of still being here,
I know :
That maybe some weren't ever meant
To lead it foolish and giddy
Joyful and witty
Maybe I
Aye I
Was destined to die
Crinkly in madness, self doubt and pity
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
Crinkly in madness, self-doubt and pity
I laugh like a madman and speak as if witty
I dance with your demons, they dance with me too,
I lost mine some time back
They're dancing in you
Lovers may come and
often may go
And so too do demons
even ones who
You know
So, wonder I,
'neath dimming night light,
why happiness never seems to sit right.
It becomes forgotten,
in all the wrong places,
where flesh lies half rotten.
In little jump-jerkles,
Upon sensing the fear,
Of being forgotten,
Of still being here,
I know :
That maybe some weren't ever meant
To lead it foolish and giddy
Joyful and witty
Maybe I
Aye I
Was destined to die
Crinkly in madness, self doubt and pity
