Too space.

Im drifting out to space,

to erase this thought of the human race.

No more worrying, just mindless floating.

Im higher than high, full flahsed and sharp.

Always the shark, and im never giving a spark.

You use your brain, mental hospitals, and all the zombies catch fire.

Blowing that wrethed breathe, of the condidtions that we live in.

 

I stand alone, breaking the glass around me.

if no know one is too care, that i musnt give you

my share.

Maybe im angry, which the byproduct of everything that happened.

You can only go so far with being wrapped in.

So ayway, Im flying to space.

cold sweet thought, and sitting there

perched up on a rock.

Witing my thoughts, in certain

consious thought.

Reviews

[Labtoad]

There is a skip to this...in the rhythm...that is very appealing to the ear. And i love how there seems to be a simmering under the playful words. I really enjoy this!