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Just kind of a crazy poem about nothing in particular I guess. |
fantasy ends here and there in the cottoncloud kingdoms we weep at the threshold of insanity she stumbled in the bitter melody where we crumbled eating out our hearts that bled like cherries down our sugar gums we sing these melodies forever letting the buildings wash away fantasy ended here and never when god says he hasnt got an answer we can pray to the tiny dancers in our hands that weep without rhythm they say those sad machines have our kids inside their eyes that scream for an answer we fall upon our knees in the cotton cloud kingdoms where we weep here and nowhere fast the drug to remedy a cure for her oblivion a chance to play with a manniquin what i meant to say is i havent been there where there is still sunshine and glitter inside a corpse the aliens dine and transplants are beautiful to fairies of wonder, where magic devoted itself a million times over, just to end here in the singing clouds where we prayed together in the hills of her stomach where the magic is so sweet, and we gather together as we merry meet...forever the pills paved our paths towards heaven take the ones that make us even, even when it makes us less then, sane...mundane and have surrendored..just a mix of necessaries when the shine makes things so much scarier cut the white out of her mind and fix her sight to the curtains, looking outside of this brain, hesisant molecules that jump or shiver in the toxic hallucination you give her medicine for this brain tumor event that made the portrait's blinded cut her words a million times over magic has surrendered in the same mundane fashion we gave her, just trust the motion of the clock that ticks away your time and be one with me because we're out of life as elusive as a sinner. |