I'm all wrapped up yet;
Somewhat deflated
In this violent accordion like
Room with that old red chair
In the left side of my sight

I am a bow, slowly eating snow
Flakes, down the strings of this
Broken fiddle in the middle of
My shaken and scarred,
Shattered yet calm hand.

Beyond my lucky star
Lies the remains of the reasons
From out of this empty bottle
The words that I need to write
Are the answers to my mental problems

But I answer to no one
No I do not!
I follow my own toes
and I knows that my nose
Knows that smell, the smell

Of her blood.
The veins extrude and
Fiercely scream out
Of her soft neck
and little thighs

There is no more
Apple juice
That's okay I like
Lemonade
Anyways,

A little cut in my eye
Bleeds out sour blood,
it's an interesting thing

To save some middle time
I will skip around a little more
In this giant sun of a life
I'll find my body song
One day seven

She can get into my lightning
and see life. . . AH!
So much more
It's like heaven trapped in a bell jar

Drink it up and have a look around your confusing world

Need I say more?
I like you
But only a little bit

Can you show me anymore
Than this?