Funny

letting them see me scratchin the left side of my temple like it's been my tick all along
leavin a trace on the face like mice with cheese for a cat to come along
letting a picture be painted over like jazz
letting a mysterious dark stranger that I can't help to stare as he walks along
letting them go along

calm

trying not breathe in the fumes that tunes the air like music at the o.c. fair
trying to get my legs strong as I see long the walk
tryin to breath right though it doesn't rhyme

tryin accessorize and memorize my uniqueness

tryin not to let the suspicion in the air be aware

tryin not to sleep because then comes the nightmares that cares a lot for me so he's there to care

tryin not to let him breathe so hard on me
as I can see his fog come over me

and knowin he's there
and I could hardly breathe
and the extension of reality is being shown to me with every possibility
and and and and more ands until I gave in because the chill IN MY FREAKIN NECK!... was too intense
and time rushed fast like excitement that came at last
and I punched myself in the face
and I stood there
and it was cold
and it go eerily quiet
and I knew someone was there
and everyone heard everything
and everyone was quite

and I let go... and I breathed in his toxic fumes like a butterfly in a fog

then time became a solid again
then I could even hear the freeways
then good became gooder
then life became colors
then life became aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

then the occasional here and there of the suspicion coming again like grandfather clock ding dong waking me up again from my relaxation

then reality came again like the dark priestess who lies that she heals but only causes Damage Over Time

For a split second I could believe and I say that with a tear in my heart so fuck you

then it was time for it again

dawn

time for breakfast!