Cloudy brain filled with clotted veins
why doesn't anyone want to dance slow in the rain?
Cotton mouth when there's not much to say
confused and dazed on this cloudy day.
Woke up staring at the ceiling with
tidal waves running throughout my memories.
That soothing rush of pleasure
knocking over scabs that start to fester.
Some unholy war that we're fighting
a bunch of black knights,
loaded with darker hearts, eyes and fist.
And so fighting began with the flick of a wrist.
Cupids were gutted and hung
while enlightened folks lost their tongues.
What was this great cloud that hung above the world?
Are we beneath or above?
Transcending h-u-m-a-n-s -
Look up in the sky, awaiting the multicolored dove to fly by
and then they'll say their last goodbyes.
Will anyone notice?
I doubt self absorbed greedy monkeys will
so that cloudy feeling they'll contiune to feel.
