Corvax or die!!

Aliens fly right past earth. Tis a silly place.

Stare into the sun

from your spaceship.

Faaaaaaaaar out!!
Way out.

Come back.

Dragged through the can of worms 

that just keeps opening and opening.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.

The glowing little lights of your effervescent hope

are just buttons pushed in the dark.

When you realise, it's brain freeze and terminal fascination from then on.

Hit the kill switch.

or

Go home.

I don't ever want to see that behaviour again.

A sad heart that never left the couch

begs for a second chance. 

Dreams bleeding into reality.

When hope meets despair your sanity screams for help.

Is there a doctor in the house?

This one's terminal!!

Droll Proll

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is very inventive, authentic, out-there writing! I was completely with you, the whole way, even tho I was simultaneously feeling a brain squeeze due to the sheer weirdness of your style. Half of my brain wanted to dismiss you for being nonsensical (which I am often, myself, fighting my hypocritical tendencies) and the other half was dying with envy becuz I don't go this far into whimsical-inventive . . . ever! Anyhow, as a bipolar person with sometimes-minute-to-minute mood swerves, it felt like I was looking into a mirror (((HUGS)))