Stuck in sublime
Asleep but awake
Torn by the choice, which path will I take?
The road run by present, my key to the past
A min-pinch of solemn
How long will it last?
Long will it last...
Your voice not of laughter
My ear hears your cry
The chance for new life now so close in your eye
A sane blast of moonshine renders my thought
You fancy me silly
Now bathe in my snot!
Sing for the sinister
Not for the me-mister
Kinged by his cup and a plate of pattee
Long to withdraw from the grips of the by-be-gone
Held by his soul and a cheap fallacy!
Second to not been done
Found more to drink and then walked down the alley of loneliest day
Final your destined choice, not to be followed by...
Kiss all your sorrows and tear drops away!
Kiss them away!