morbid:
as i sit in wonderment
uunfortunally i just woke up from that dream
in dobt and in the shadows
i dream for the perfect existance
however can someone explain to me what perfection actually is,
in sight and sound
through taste and touch
sometimes i feel numb in all these situations
why is fear and respect on such a fine line
concour the world and every man for himself
feelings get hurt to easily
saturatted shoulders
stuttered words
a cry for help
its all recieved by a deaf man with his back turned
it all boils down to this
its like a fat man who's sweating to death
trying to reach for the remote to change the tv
on sunday morning during prayer time
so instead of watching and getting inspired
he just closes his eyes and tries to sleep.
do you get what i mean
can you get my point
are you willing to get my point
does this disturb you at all
do you have a heart
to me its another day
a loss of life
spirit
a drenched pillow covered in drool and sweat
what can i say,
morbid
