Jul 2011
Hallow halls of brain disconnected dimly lit dare to jump to a lily pad funk
Trees lit with firefly lights where sight is not important only touch
Memories burn like a candle that keeps you down wihs you down makes the mind recoil in terror
Stolen artifacts from the depths of the widest lagoon sleep is only temporary only a nuisance
Tight fitting hearts hot from the weight of love hot from the tremors of betrayal
She cried so much and I was not even angry I was not even upset I was not even angry
Humor weasels its shaking little body into my mind into my skin and I am then dead
Anchors fall from floating pirate ships clad in an armor not of this era not any better
Not any better
Not any better
Not any better
Clicks dancing underneath a starry night head back sand hot kisses wet water rough
I have forgotten what it means to not have the weight of life keep me down
Throw me down to the rocky bottom shores where liquid lava is the source angelic *****
Lady soaked in a hot foamy mist moves through the shadows searching for Her prey
Me not minding the chase as Her face flickers in the feigning mind game of the moon
Together through this off-tune mother's will mother's need humans tripping sneezing
Questions two dots two eyes a mouth that is cracked glistening with snow that scrapes
If I end up in the loony bin I would be happier then working as some *** salesmen
With no stick and berries
There would be sherries living like an ant atop his little ant hill
Frolicking to the madness of the moves of men in higher power but with no sense at all
They never fell from grace for the case they stood upon was made of platinum
Made from the bones of God
Made from the gold of Aztecs
Which was first dipped in their pure and imprisoned blood
Made from the tears of the arch angel at the moment of his untimely death
Made from the shards of metal chipped from Poseidon's trident
Made from the ashes of Vesuviu's people, God takes no prisoners
For we are born here, we are born prisoners
Made from the dew off a bucks back, they are scared, I am scared
Made from the apple core of a child's story of lore
Made from the poison which was never made
Made from the mystery of love, from the mystery of man's pain
Trees lit with firefly lights where sight is not important only touch
Memories burn like a candle that keeps you down wihs you down makes the mind recoil in terror
Stolen artifacts from the depths of the widest lagoon sleep is only temporary only a nuisance
Tight fitting hearts hot from the weight of love hot from the tremors of betrayal
She cried so much and I was not even angry I was not even upset I was not even angry
Humor weasels its shaking little body into my mind into my skin and I am then dead
Anchors fall from floating pirate ships clad in an armor not of this era not any better
Not any better
Not any better
Not any better
Clicks dancing underneath a starry night head back sand hot kisses wet water rough
I have forgotten what it means to not have the weight of life keep me down
Throw me down to the rocky bottom shores where liquid lava is the source angelic *****
Lady soaked in a hot foamy mist moves through the shadows searching for Her prey
Me not minding the chase as Her face flickers in the feigning mind game of the moon
Together through this off-tune mother's will mother's need humans tripping sneezing
Questions two dots two eyes a mouth that is cracked glistening with snow that scrapes
If I end up in the loony bin I would be happier then working as some *** salesmen
With no stick and berries
There would be sherries living like an ant atop his little ant hill
Frolicking to the madness of the moves of men in higher power but with no sense at all
They never fell from grace for the case they stood upon was made of platinum
Made from the bones of God
Made from the gold of Aztecs
Which was first dipped in their pure and imprisoned blood
Made from the tears of the arch angel at the moment of his untimely death
Made from the shards of metal chipped from Poseidon's trident
Made from the ashes of Vesuviu's people, God takes no prisoners
For we are born here, we are born prisoners
Made from the dew off a bucks back, they are scared, I am scared
Made from the apple core of a child's story of lore
Made from the poison which was never made
Made from the mystery of love, from the mystery of man's pain
