This picture in my mind
that I cannot see.
My nightmare that is
so true that cannot be.
My spirit is a crying
depression.
My whole life is one
big recession.
Heaven to me is like
being in one trippy terrain.
My tears are a
storm of rain.
My youth is gone and
it's time to live.
But I'm one of those
people that just don't give.
I shriek of joy.
And I cry of hate.
Inhaling the sweet incense.
Zooming through a place
that'll never exist.
A perfect life.
The savoring taste of
a perfect life.