Fluffy white miracle sun
Mirage of my love
You keep me warm
Nonetheless
In the meantime, lawful citizens
walk around
All suited up for suicide
Looking like burned idols
The cobras ****** inside my flesh
Filling me with lead (you might have thought)
Instead,
I had a happy dream of cobras, beautiful and green
Another night, I dreamed of girls filled with coloured cream
Which oozed out when you cut them open with a fork
But dreams aside...
Maybe I don't want you anymore
Or maybe I do
The choice is yours
At times I feel
Like
I'm an automaton left upon the shelf
When before, I was your first prize
Do as you please
But don't expect
Anything from me
You give your honey sweet love
To everyone
So good
I'm nothing special
You have pointed out so often
Or do you only compliment me
When you want a flavoured favor?
When I'm alone, instead
I see the sky at sunset
The spirit of my emotions unsoiled with your embrace
A blue so pure like white milk, one strip of deeper blue above
Pink is rising slightly, violet haze
A fuzzy blank page
So many neurons
One pink rose shining out
I want to drink that blue white madness up
Flat and perfect as a fine silver tray
I will ice skate with doctor Zhivago
And you will fade away
Into the dustbin
Of my lost tomorrows