tidily-dum what has this life become
those scary plastic clown masks are starting to cave in on me
the trees are curling and turning their backs
my body swivels and swerves, my brain shakes and glows
i've lost my grip
the stars are falling
razor piercings cut my skin
and the blood slowly trickles
"warm and endearing," with the comfort in fearing.
even from above-
the raging field still radiates
the scent of polished gold
and the smile-plastered mannequins
starve for empty thoughts
i rewound myself
back down enlightenment road
before the narrow spiral...
...i lay in a cave and dream my life away
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