geeked up
writing while my nose runs
I can barely feel my body
I think this is where I come
when all my sadness turns to roses
bouquet's streaming out of water hoses
women in their Sunday best vomiting rainbows
Gods waiting tables
and hes only visited the table once...at least there's menus & water tho
I think my whole life's a venue with ominous undertones
like whats the point in acting true
if the reality you encompass
isn't perceived to be what people believe is TRUTH
its so hard to wrap my head around the "news"
even word of mouth is confusing
its like I need to see the viciousness
cars mangled and burning
it so hard to figure out sometimes if IM becoming more or less human
whats worse I don't know if Im concerned
I'm wide awake...its almost morning
and the worst is...I don't know what all this mourning is for
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