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Insanity breeds a nice reality
delving in the haunted clouds
breeding feelings with intensity
being alive pausing for the bows
Feeding sharks and waiting for the blows
Feeding frenzy sandwiches of the mind
Feeding crazy to the sand
Life's indifference changes nothing
Seems being real turn fiction to art
Encouraging promise over boasting
And wishes add to nothing on the chart
Feeding sharks and waiting for the roasting
Feeding frenzy pot roasts to the soul
Feeding crazy to the sand
Usefulness of polluted philosophy
Promises of a better hypocrisy
More reform to balance the karma
more dogma more dharma
Feeding sharks and waiting the rapture
Feeding frenzy bread and water for the world
Feeding crazy to the sand
Trapped trapped enclosed enclosure
Spinning dizzy in a state of moot
And climbing up from lower to lower
If the shoe fits, wear the boot
Feeding sharks the final chapter
Feeding frenzy air and lectures
Feeding crazy to the sand
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Each night before I sleep
and end another day
Commit another suicide
another turn of earth blown away
With my ascension into heaven
I review my daily dream life
ever lending to my sorrow
never relieving in my strife
And in these dreams
my demons tease me
and the gods look down
as whispers continue feeding
Enduring all I must at night
I wake as a child in the morn
sitting up into the sun from fright
as fresh as a child reborn
Another night before I sleep
ending another day
commit another suicide
another turn of life blown away
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If I'm so fun to be with
how is it you're never here
You say I'm smart and bold
as I speak you're gone dear
If I bring you down just say
better to be truthful now
Better to be honest and kind
than hellish on my brow
The mystery haunts me
brings bites to my wonder
If it's the way I smell, well
sorry for the social blunder
But if you say I'm cool
and such a neat guy
Don't leave, don't say
that you care, don't lie
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I box you up, you say
I bury you in domestics
I keep you from evolving
I stop you, make hectic
I hate you, you think
I push around in haste
I put you down, brag
I take your life, waste
I don't let you play
I wring you in my grip
I hold you down, in spite
I let you see no trip
I think I've lost you
I know you resent
I feel the world is empty
I miss what's pleasant
I hate myself you living
I wish my world would end
I haven't any hope to grasp
I bare no bridges to mend
I wish I hadn't met you
I didn't think I would fail
I had no intention of ill
I should be ran out on a rail
I never deserved you
I'm sorry for harming
I should of known, if
I wouldn't have been charming
I think you could do better
I don't know how to be
I can't find your answers
I can't cure faults in me.
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This groggy mind I share
is frothing forth in blunder
and bounding up in wonder
pointless to the point of care
Fill it full of books of things
overflowing with alphabets
and twitching in violent fits
whistles, whispers loud rings
It solely has been growing
expanding in endless fury
entropy, vacant and blurry
for moot rewards to knowing
And this dazed mind I fear
is waxing all for naught
the lessons all been taught
that at death it's lost in blear
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Scrambling for my paycheck
fumbling for the payback
Deciding on my destiny
facing the true reality
That chaos breeds solitude
that running hatching mood
Falling for the epoch air
but it ain't ever there
Dizzy in the head from the pace
tripping in the awashing race
Drowning in the swelling sea
none responding to the plea
Deciding against the reality
giving up on my destiny
Receiving the final payback
in the scrambling for my paycheck
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It seems from what I read
that I am nothing but a thing
It feels from within my mind
that I am not one of a kind
For the same things in the air
are the same things that I bare
And my skin contains the stuff
that every star is made of
So when I think about it now
special I am as much as a cow
For a rock, a moon, a man, a tree
are from the same particles as me.
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The gap is growing but tethered
wearing evenly like baseball leather
But where romance once dwelled freely
now grows apathy faint and needy
We have little likeness or agree
we miss each other in slight degree
Yet we'd parish in the wronging
and miss out in the longing
For we need each other's spark
to guide us through the dark.
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