Somethings amiss. In this immortal comatose. Got a couple thoughts, but i play a fool. Zombified mummified, escuse me, i drool. On the verge of having a suddden urge to meltdown and remold.
Been whist away on pissing it away day to day. What would i say, if i had to say? Not really sure, i guess hooray. Ive gotta do something quick, something outstanding or ill always be sick.
Cant remain in the hole ive dug bit by bit. Taking my mind ,and turning it to mush. Ill fall deeper at the slightest little push. A flick and a flame light and lit.
I flick the light of the flame i lit . Away it flew and me with it, a smash! A crash! A solid hit. There was nothing i could do, couldn't take control of it.
On this cloud of orange, in this sky of blue. A beautiful view to look down at all of it. I blink, i blink. This dream doesnt change. But is it fake? Life will rearrange.
I stand up i chant, i wonder if they can hear me? But i know they cant. No one notices the piss poor, that dress sloppy. Not worth the time, just run of the mill poverty......... To be continued.