The Lady with long jagged digits
that bend so strangely when she fidgets
beacons me to come and play
a game of self involved rage
The man with the gentle hand
who can not seem to understand
why I cry for smiling faces
and laugh with those obsessed mind races
Stress induced land of OZ
no reds shoes to click me home
so on I spin without a cause
Twisting,twirling, fighting alone
They yell for more of my soul
I shall not repent
For the time they feel so ill spent
I dance alone within the rain
while the rest think I am Insane
I throw my head back
and give out a howl
To hell with the vultures
That wait for my fall
To hell with their sanity
the spirit it robs
To hell with their visions
To hell with them all
May 23, 2011
May 23, 2011 at 3:51 PM UTC
The Lady with long jagged digits
that bend so strangely when she fidgets
beacons me to come and play
a game of self involved rage
The man with the gentle hand
who can not seem to understand
why I cry for smiling faces
and laugh with those obsessed mind races
Stress induced land of OZ
no reds shoes to click me home
so on I spin without a cause
Twisting,twirling, fighting alone
They yell for more of my soul
I shall not repent
For the time they feel so ill spent
I dance alone within the rain
while the rest think I am Insane
I throw my head back
and give out a howl
To hell with the vultures
That wait for my fall
To hell with their sanity
the spirit it robs
To hell with their visions
To hell with them all