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Don't know what to call this one. Some times something like this slips out of me and I start to wonder about my grip on reality. Oh well, as long as the words flow again
Hello there
I'm sorry were you sleeping?
I can't help these feelings creeping
Through my mind
Something isn't right
There's an old man in the corner
And he's staring at my subconscious
And tracing out the future on my spine
So tell me
Am I really just a suitcase for a soul?
And it so I think I forgot to pack
A toothbrush and my socks
And the end days
That people think are coming
Have already left us all behind
But you missed the punch line
To the greatest joke of all time
Armageddon is just a junk food
With an add campaign from Hell
3 in the morning and I'm sitting
On the side of a broken bed
Eating moon pies
In the moon light
And talking to the dead
I like the way they listen
Taking in every word you've said
Before they eat your brains
And digest your point of view
Still I wonder if they are just hungry
And this is how zombies say their Grace
With subtle moans of devotion to the flesh
Which reminds me
Here's a breath mint
I don't think it will help
But at least I can say I tried
To help arrest the decay
That the world is undergoing
Though it's my mind that it's blowing
All away
I can't follow this train of thought
So I bought an airline ticket to meet you there
Please say that you'll follow
Cause I would hate
To be left alone
In the jungle of your family tree
I'd find a friendly crosspatch
And build myself a tree house
So I could hang around you tall the time
Ok I’ll be going
Thanks for listening
And helping me stay awake
And staving off the dream bursting from my navel
I don't want to let them near my head
I really should be going now
So I'll just show you how
And go
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!
I am the one you warned me of
I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.
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