Applied some words, spread them in my eyes
Blind-folded, euphemism-filled lies
I’ll just turn my cranium off
I’ll just turn my cranium off
Thought about pretty ways to die
I just hope I won’t explain why
Tachycardiac ideas
Tachycardiac ideas
Who am I kidding but my own joke
I come out of it real life soaked
Hell, I’ll just laugh anyway
Hell, I’ll just laugh anyway
Reasons don’t justify the ways
Let’s continue with my coffee-tired face
Embracing my saddest joy
Embracing my happiest joy.
YOU ARE READING
Necker Cubed Brain.
PoetryFinished! About: Three-dimensional feelings messing with my brain and with yours too. Take a bowl of alphabet soup and let's drown in there together. Enjoy
