I bleated to the sky
I am a lamb in the wind on the hill
The clouds have darkened and there is a storm
Oh who will keep me warm?
Do you not have wool child?
Make use of it.
Soon it will be mild
And the best of you will be used to heat others.
No not your brothers.
Those that will eat you to bone.
And leave you all alone.
Today enjoy your heat
For tomorrow you will be meat.
No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.
Sorry. What’s that?
You don’t drink coffee?
Scratch it. Scratch it.
You want to.
Those cells are asking to be lifted.
Stop tapping your fingers on wood.
Let them do good. Here.
Lick it. Lick it.
Lap the curiosity away.
Swim in the swamp not the lake
I promise I won’t fake.
I don’t have to.
Don’t live with an itch.
Make me twitch.
I’m not a witch.
Or am I?
You’re thinking about me now?
I know you are.
I’m under your skin.
Oh me Oh my
I’m about to die
You just walked in and I can’t think straight.
Are you crooked or is it my head?
Off with it so.
It must go.
I can’t trust it anymore
It renders me an utter whore
Your eyes are crinkling at the edge
While I teeter nervously on the ledge
I’ve suddenly landed in Wonderland
Ain’t it lovely? Ain’t it grand?
Is it the first or is it the latter?
Shoot I’m madder than the hatter.
You’re smiling less
You’re more on your guard.
Turns out you’re just a pack of cards
We can go through life telling little lies,making our lives seem better than they are. All we do is create envy and discontent and a world where no one can live up to something that doesn’t exist. Be honest. Stay true. Make the world an honest point of view.
I lied to you.I lied to myself.
I’m hundreds and thousands
Sprinkling a million emotions on you.
You see rainbow but I’m an empty pot.
Run away. Run away.
That’s what I tell myself.
But your’re the cake to my flake.
Cherry to my pop
I’ll enhance your flavour
But only if you let me.
Skimmed the abyss and changed our minds.
Afraid of what we’d find.
But my heart doesn’t change so easily.
I think it prefers the dark.
Prefers to pump into viscous me.
Skips with extra glee
It has its own rhythm you see?
We shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.
Yours is covered in shell.
It will keep you well.
Runrun. Runrun. Runrun.
You will live to that beat
And maybe you’re right.
Not to follow me into the night.