We fear what we dislike
We fear the unknown
Because we feel we need
To have control in every part of our home
We fear what challenges
Our conceptions of reality
And what brings discomfort to fantasy
Because we were only ever alone.
If I were a bubble I'd be bursting with elation
And while I'm not, you'll find me in sedation
Darkness crawls after like a forgotten slave
Death to tuck me into a hug
Like a child seeking what he craves.
Cherry sugar pops on lemon drop lips,
You wish your brain was melting to crisps
Fried and served on platters,
I'll be sure to use my table manners
When I bite into empirical fits
By old philosophers well into their days
They'll be screaming when the dark
Comes for them after dark
Eyes black as the midnight dark
As pitch as their selfish minds
And I'll be screaming for days
When I reach my maturity
When I realize that life
Was never really about me
And I'll be chasing sea stars
And twilight dawns
But I'll never find
White picket fences and smoky green lawns
Could you pick me apart from a cheering crowd,
And could you pick me apart with a voice
So loud?
And I've always wondered if cats had nine lives
And maybe if all we're born for is to laugh and cry
About the fear that spreads like the Black Plague
Never find any answers like my mother said
Lost in cosmic space reeling in 'finity
Would a life on Mars really be my sincerity
When I say that a life tight in isolation
Is worse than a life spent in sedation?
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
