the one
What's that one still object? the one that never moves?
while the rest are spinning, spinning....out of control they spin....
what's the one...the one that screams all the while.
what's the one that....the train's coming and maybe next time it comes, it'll be your turn to ride away from this place.
what's the one...anywhere you turn your head. no escape. too much beauty. disgusting. too much pain. and the cure is everywhere.
what's the one- the one that has to get away, has to stay, has to live, has to die, has to run, has to fly, has to..has to.....
what's the one that forgot its name? forgot its home? forgot its place?
whats the one that lives to forsake all that it could or has ever loved?
what's the one that is always looking down, and to the left, and to the right and above....no where in between.
not concerned with transcending. not concerned with saving. not concerned with anything really.
what's the one that lives to kill, kills to live....
what's the one that stays still, always still, never moves...scared to walk...scared to talk.....the contradiction is simply too delicate.
the dichotomy- simply too perfect.
the skin- simply too simple.
the mouth- well formed enough but could never be formed enough.
i dont have anything else to say right now.
while the rest are spinning, spinning....out of control they spin....
what's the one...the one that screams all the while.
what's the one that....the train's coming and maybe next time it comes, it'll be your turn to ride away from this place.
what's the one...anywhere you turn your head. no escape. too much beauty. disgusting. too much pain. and the cure is everywhere.
what's the one- the one that has to get away, has to stay, has to live, has to die, has to run, has to fly, has to..has to.....
what's the one that forgot its name? forgot its home? forgot its place?
whats the one that lives to forsake all that it could or has ever loved?
what's the one that is always looking down, and to the left, and to the right and above....no where in between.
not concerned with transcending. not concerned with saving. not concerned with anything really.
what's the one that lives to kill, kills to live....
what's the one that stays still, always still, never moves...scared to walk...scared to talk.....the contradiction is simply too delicate.
the dichotomy- simply too perfect.
the skin- simply too simple.
the mouth- well formed enough but could never be formed enough.
i dont have anything else to say right now.