my voice is tired
So I'll just fill it with salt water
so you won't hear me anymore
just a gargle and a choke
as I cut my hands off
to be given proper burial
in the sand box
Creating shadow puppets in the middle of the night
Wake you; with restless eyes
Haunted with the need of expression
Trembling to compose
In the moonlight
Then I'll gouge my eyes out
Put them in a fishbowl
Floating around, food twice a day
They'll get old that way
Then for the body
I'll put it on the train
Give it all the wrong tickets
And wrong ways
It'll never get home
And that'll be that.
Almost forgetting...
The heart & the brain
Just tell them they need to part ways
Feelin' better in a few days
I'll never be the same.
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