Existing in a stratosphere full of a familiar twilit breeze,
I reign down on my enemies.
I'll plant them in my sanatorium
and tuck them nicely into bed,
leaving them to gaze mindlessly at a cerebral ceiling.
Because they all say I'm crazy--
but they don't know of all the things
that have died from my hospice embrace.
So they'll gaze mindlessly at a cerebral ceiling
missing everybody they know,
and seeing beauty in the
placid birds floating past their mental window.
I'll still give them the birds.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:01 AM UTC
Existing in a stratosphere full of a familiar twilit breeze,
I reign down on my enemies.
I'll plant them in my sanatorium
and tuck them nicely into bed,
leaving them to gaze mindlessly at a cerebral ceiling.
Because they all say I'm crazy--
but they don't know of all the things
that have died from my hospice embrace.
So they'll gaze mindlessly at a cerebral ceiling
missing everybody they know,
and seeing beauty in the
placid birds floating past their mental window.
I'll still give them the birds.
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