broken mind
dirty tricks

gears grind
pick up sticks


believing the delusional dream
caught day dreaming and mis-believing


perhaps we should go sight seeing, and believe me, you’ll remember *everything*


plague baring apples on teachers desk
men with no heads cashing bad checks
i’m a prisoner in hell, or do i mean heck

day light screams, remember these things
how many times does the door bell ring?

at midnight the old Gods awaken and do their things