I am often seduced by ideals out of reach
Which have caused a manifestation of bloodstained fog
Transmissions to penetrate my white imagination
Tearing down the picture frames and destroying the films of my past.
I vaguely recognize the harsh taste of lies escape my mouth
Shaving the white of my teeth;
It tastes like swallowing a mouthful of infected Whisky
It burns my insides as if I were being repeatedly punched in the ribs
During such an awful moment, I shouldn't feel dreadful apathy of my crimes
Instead, I smell the sweet sugars of the Chocolate Factory
Which was once radiant with a glow unlike any other, but those days are gone.
As I lie here alone on the pavement howling at the moon
I hear the tune of waterfalls hitting the pavement approaching
Though the evening is quite dry
A gust of wind blows harsh against the cars and every so often they yelp
Only when I open my eyes do I comprehend the situation
The waterfalls belong to the person above me
I gaze into their colorful eyes then cling to their outstretched hand
They take me home where I no longer feel the pain