I knew something was up -- spinning fast,
She told me she loves him now – what a joke,
Then what did that mean – all those times she said it to me?
Illusion – just a three syllable lobotomy,
Swam in the circuits of my brain – reaction: infected
I began to figure it out – illusion’s never erased
The world is a bit less harsh – yearn for the simpler manifesto
Cured from the infection – I feel like a slab of cured ham
Walking tall amongst the grass – gazing into buildings and wondering what’s happening in there?
My bible’s soaking wet – I left the window open and it rained last night
It’s nothing that concerns me – the bible that I carved into all the way to Ezekiel 25:17
I’ve never hid anything in that niche – I just like the idea that I could hideout there
Now it’s drenched – the windowsill is swelled up and looks bad
Today I woke up and broke my routine – I actually wrote what I was thinking