Stitched words engraved in plastered tongue
Hold on
Shackled to the dimness of existence
Stitched words engraved in plastered tongue
Playing the king thinking of the penance
Thinking only the good get to die young
Looking down an electrical socket for a spark
Praying something will ignite
Diverged colors, heaven or hell which one to embark
Paralyzed, no warning lights
Eyes closed, view master slides
Faces with sharpied smiles
Long term memories, once pushed aside
Family and friends worthwhile
Open eyes, questioning this unhappiness
Seeing, feeling this capability
Spark of awareness
Too late, slipping away
Nails going deeper into the world
Hands transformed in wind pushing me to the surface
Fresh breath
Happiness can always be resurfaced
I waited
I watched from my stained tinted window
Waiting for you to show up
Pillows super glued to the walls
Red Cross blinks medical checkup
Straps tied down into my flesh
Sharp needles poking my brain
Blood stains splattered against walls
I guess you could call me insane
So I wait to be saved
But the person I’m waiting for is me
My soul forever enslaved
By the demon that’s inside of me
Catch me at the carnival
Round and Round the merry-go-round I go
Up and down my organs move
Side to side cotton-swab the tune
200 feet of air pushing out of my puppetness
Short smile sharpied stupidness
Toe touching the trees nearly
Sign out front saying faulty
Corn popped to perfection
Pounds of caramel dumped onto juicy crunchiness
Spider webs upon spider webs on a stick
Dough fried with sugar powdered sweetness
Wonders of freaks
Girl on the tight rope, boy swinging down
Women with a beard, tallest man around
Opened wide so I can see
Magic.. no wait.. reality
Everyone leaving, have time for one more
My face metamorphosis, can’t find the door
Lights go out, can’t feel anything
Footsteps getting closer
Hand on my shoulder
Taken from the ring leader
Help me
No choice, no family, so no voice
Heart skips every second, than every minute
Wait, this is my perfect escape, isn’t it?
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