to the humans with the glassy eyes, i know they've been hurt before (your eyes, thrown against the wall, like a jar filled with rotten marbles) cauliflower-clouded mind red-scented sleep & i pray to God those pills dissolve in your sanitized hands. don't cry when it's over; cry now i can see milky white stars in your eyes and soft pink bubble gum-flavored clouds and lazy green rivers and violent violet nights and a deep howl in you when you think you can't go on. and you burn yourself with empty looks and break yourself by lying down and **** yourself by forgetting that the lightning storm ever came. flying doesn't always set people free. remember that.