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beckon me, this placement guile

bring me out of this denial

stack your children by the fives

as hidden maidens laugh & smile

and say that beauty is a liar

and it may be when it escapes

but as for now it hides and waits

until the sun can break away

from gloomy clouds of blue and gray



and when i pull apart the skin,

and i can slip my fingers in

i will find the holy answer

shrouded deep within the tissue

all the good things and the bad ones

some or most a passive action

but nonetheless lack satisfaction



drinking and still drinking,

not even caring what i'm thinking

getting fat and gluttonizing

and i'm becoming less suprising

wasting time to find providers

of this curse that i'm alive with



but i float on disguised excitement

expecting to find where the fun went

waking up with bad headaches

i got fucked up in a really bad way

i left my tab on karma's plate

and took a cab into a coma



somehow, some way, i woke toady

to find myself with a new brain

they tied it to my feet and said

poor boy, looks like your heart is dead

i lost the love somewhere in time

i even lost my will to fight

just fix me up and i'm alright

fill me up with that bright sunshine

i'm on my way out to california