Oh the red ball,
Oh how tall,
Thy are so,
While I finished weaving my tears into a bow,
Oh how I wonder,
And do dread,
The terrible thunder,
Of which I must tread.
To the planet Mars,
Not by any cars,
But on other's hearts and love,
Which forms the shape of a flying dove,
While amnesia floats around,
And everyones' dreams are crowned,
And blood falls all around,
That is where I must go,
And why I tied my tears into a big beautiful bow.
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Fri Aug 06, 2010 @ 05:32am · 0 Comments |
