This Is What I Think About

Goldfish swimming in a little ugly pond
Rain drops killing all the ugly little moms
Babies running through the meadow
I can hear the pitter-patter
I can hear the whistle blowing
As the train comes to take me away

Dog food in a bowl waiting on the shelf
Eating mice and bowls of rice is not a living hell
Angels coming for you now
I can hear the wings go
I can hear the swords unsheathe
As the samurai comes to kill me

Ancient mystics sang their songs softly
Druids sacrifice another for their gods
Satan's laughing with delight
I can hear you calling
I can hear you laughing loud
As I fall into a pit and never do return

Hypothalamus helps them to fall asleep and dream
Blue clouds drop over me bringing on white rain
Children bring their guns to school
I can hear them crying
I can hear them aiming down
As I take my last deep breath, don't stop me

I'm Talking About You

Do you read this?
Or do you think of me?
When I'm lonely
in my misery.

Does it get you off to keep me in the dark?

Will you ever
bring me to light?
You could always
give me back my life.

Will anything ever be like it was before?

Why can't you
just talk to me
normally
like it used to be?

Why won't you just leave me for dead?

If I had a wish
I would want you to
accept me and love me.
Just hold me.

Do you even know who I'm talking about right now?