Thoughts spinning round my head,
Making me wish I was dead.
But I cannot die,
I can only cry,
Wishing that my wings could fly.
Ideas March around inside me,
Like a humming of bees.
Twisting me down dark roads
To the croaks of lemon toads.
Spiral pathes,
Brick bathes,
This is insane!
Vibrant colors,
Flowers like 'find anothers',
Are all over.
Here in a world of my own,
The madness here has grown.
So please save me,
By lending us a bit of sanity?
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
Thoughts spinning round my head,
Making me wish I was dead.
But I cannot die,
I can only cry,
Wishing that my wings could fly.
Ideas March around inside me,
Like a humming of bees.
Twisting me down dark roads
To the croaks of lemon toads.
Spiral pathes,
Brick bathes,
This is insane!
Vibrant colors,
Flowers like 'find anothers',
Are all over.
Here in a world of my own,
The madness here has grown.
So please save me,
By lending us a bit of sanity?
Sorry if it's a bit random, but that's what madness is.
