I drift along in a sea of compulsion
Whether or not I'm dead
I have no idea
I'm standing on a hill that overlooks a meadow
And I'm thinking
Of absolutely nothing
My current mood must resemble electric blue
Its always tranquil, but
It makes me bleed
Question marks constantly arrest my persona
Ironic how that creates one for me
Whatever is whatever
A phenomenon that consists of life and death
Hi Mr. Experience
How was your trip to the moon
I tear my thoughts with my own sarcastically piercing blade
I love you
Because you make me sick
Distorted isn't it?
But its beautiful!
Exceptionally beautiful!
