Sometimes when it's under cover quiet in the lonesome peaceful night when the newest scam's done shouting at our eyes and fried egg brains and the beast's stopped propagating poisoned air and the vans and yellow coats and blackened teeth are gone for now For now we can hear our own voices maybe silent almost imperceptible screaming and writhing to be free or fight or cry from constant noise and daily trauma and why is everything dying or dead or outrageously preposterous rich in the daylight safe sunlight where compassion supposedly prospered
Tag: care
Haribo
(A guest vibe by June Rayne)
A grand new world inspires you
colours shine so bright
whats and whys you crave for
yet your senses produce fright.
To sit and learn is easy
for those that you call friends
an overwhelmed brain in despair
can only hope it blends.
You listen to her closely
but there’s so much going on;
The walls are full of pictures
and where’s the sunshine gone?
All their eyes are on you
you want to hide or run
but there you sit afraid to move
dreaming of having fun.