I'll refuse reality,
just for a little bit
I'll take a little trip,
on the sugar coated wings of my faery keeper,
temporarily barrowed for this midnight voyage.
I'll fly a little ways,
to my land of imaginary dreams
where all is right with me.
Just give me a sip of that drink
i'll be just fine
it was in my mind
just a little slip
It doesn't bother me that your gone,
somehow i already knew,
promise you'll have fun
do things that are dumb
though you're the only one
I'll just smile and wave,
and start to dig my grave
with the help of flimsy orange tipped nails
and a hammer that splashes on the ground
I say so long to joy
as i prepare for the coming of my death
with open books
and ready pencils,
i am dictated the circumstances of my pardon
the black board is full,
and so is my head
but head master goes on,
and i'll be be up past dawn
good by sweet season, leave me to hell.......
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