It followed my days, down to their bones
locked and confused, searching for homes
Left on the street, sick and lost to themselves
Plastered high truth on life's empty shelves
Developed with care, mashed with delight
Exit viens sparkle: his lover's in sight.
Deep within the artery's white wild flow
Someday soon his mind bursts and his thought's will explode
And we will all hear his last famous dream
how something unreal rips at his seams
Faced with the death of all those he loved
mutilated and bloated, he falls from above
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