Oh I’ve been waiting patiently for the words to burst
to spill onto the page and do their very worst
and now I feel them rushing through my veins
too fast for my fingers it’s driving me insane!
They’re coming all at once and in a spiraled mess
and I truly did expect not a single thing less.
But still I make no sense of the foreign addled words
that whisper in my ear that I am everything I heard.
My horns are glowing now and want to come and play
fantasies are spilling there’s so much I want to say.
I want to talk for hours and lay upon the bed
I want to lead you to the devil and then wait whilst you’re fed.
I want to see the daisies, the rivers and lakes
and lay naked on the sand just for the sake.
I want to feel the warmth I want to feel the cold
but mostly, I just want to know that I told.
I want to keep it down, the ever climbing wall
it’s not because i’m scared that i’m really gonna fall.
It goes a little deeper and is muddled through the days
but I have to simply think that perhaps this is okay.
I accept I cannot see, I accept the path is cloaked
and is heavily guarded by a fairy tale moat.
I accept it is this way, I accept I have to feel
and finally I accept that maybe this is real.