DifferenceHis fingers are crossed behind him, and he's got both of his eyes closed tightly like it could make a difference. There is a tense feeling to him. Up high balancing on a string trying to walk across the sky. Someone is near with scissors just to taunt him. He's so far away and so close to the sun it explains the sweat beading down his forehead into his lips. He can taste his own anticipation of death. The wind isn't hushing him, it is pushing him. The whistling is from tree branches watching the show, all of them pulling back their branches for a better view. Something should fly across his face, something with soft wings that would open hisDifference
bullalaLeft your body there and walked away.bullala
Left your body there where no one would ever stay. Hanging from a tree limb,
floating in the breeze
they'll never know it's you for I've cast your face away.
I have cut you from existence, and then I've walked away.
Down near the meadow, birds which play all day.
I've left you where the nature sings
and when peace spells out the day.
Still I think sometimes I miss you,
hear voices in the water
smell your scent I can see you the wind.
Down near the meadow I have left you,
and all that I can say
is t
nothing to do with fishLike a fish, pop pop.... suffocating in the sidelines, air too thick, drowning in th life of all things. Pop pop goes it, pop pop ends it. Mouth open too pleadingly, eyes gaping too fearfully. Would you believe if fish could see? Pop pop goes it, pop pop ends it, sputtering and wriggling, next to you by the sidelines. Gasping and groping for breath up here where all is too full, here in the sun where he is overwhelmed. Catch another, pop pop. Pop pop, the sound of it's lungs bursting like music to the catcher's ear. Pop pop; he is to be eaten, pop pop; it is what the dinner bell rings. Pop pop; come and see what we've brought you. Fish from tnothing to do with fish
fuck fuck fuck
Enjoying The Show
'member me?
I went to school w-yaz!!!
Still 'moking?
hehe
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Such a strange numb
And it brings my knees to the earth
Such a strange numb
It could bring back peace to the earth
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