so what if i live my life like jokes in books you read
i I am drifting off to sleep
slip into my acid dreams
where i can see these butterflies flapping off into the rain
they're all struggling in vain
floating down into the drain
leave me alone, i wont pick up the phone
dream away all this pain, waist away my sorry brain
all the litte girls and boys
are grabbing their new toys in joy
to put into a frame
life would never be the same
when all the giant tyrants will opress
my sorry little thought,
i pick them up by the rocks
and proceeding to be shot
they rushed me to an ambulance
and left me in a chair
staring at the walls to understand
whats right and what is fair.
i bled till I could barely breath
my bloodstained coat and shattered plees
were silence by the sound of
little wings inside my mouth
What a shame that all my little steps
led me to the floor
they took my coat right at the door
and sent it off into the morgue