From ripe
To rotten
Too real to live
Should i lie down
Or stand up
And walk around again?
My eyes finally wide open up,
My eyes finally wide open shut
I finally found the sound that hears
the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others,
But we smother each other
With the nectar and pucker the sour of bittersweet weather
It blows through our trees,
Swims through our seas,
Flies through the last gasp we left on this earth.
It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth
Should I die again?
Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing through space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold, dead face
with my own wooden case