How slowly these faces dabble their slurs
Googling and gaggling what appear to be words...

Give me pills to make me high
To forget all the times i sat and cried...

Couldn't you hear that sweet breeze
Falling beneath the willow trees...

Drink me down, a soft, slow sip,
Tentatively touching, breathing quick...

You created an image from dirt and twigs,
Molded yourself into frankincense, gold, and figs...

Bleeding from my eyes
The poison my brain emits...

Drink me in pain interred
Destiny from what inferred...

Angered by frustration and desperation for...
We are beings, soft of flesh, and hard of mind...

She ate the seed and saw it bloom,
Rumbling and bumbling her tumbling tomb...

The morning rain never sounded so strange
like the sun and the moon entwined...

Let\'s talk about nothign and everything
Over lines of painted pink...

Staring out your window pane
studying the way a bird flew...