Monday, March 14, 2016


i see the beauty in this world
but my mouth is filled with dirt
i chew, i swallow, it fills up again
i scream from the window whenever it rains

it sure is a nice, sunny day outside
but my head is full of demons
they crawl over each other to be heard
a puree of worms swirling in my brain

look at these beautiful rays of the sun
i'm staring at walls instead of having fun
if i look away, the wall clowns will eat me
truth is truth, even if it sounds funny

it's a glorious fucking day, my friend
but i've got to stay inside and chew dirt
my memories of the outside world are fading
i like the taste of dirt, and it no longer hurts

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