Of Crumbing Summer And Solemn Minds

A bit sore
my head has gone
and sleepy maybe I have become
Or lunacy it is
descent into a void
into an abyss of shattered reality
which i cant avoid
I solemn and still go a bit mad
Its funny you know, not in any way sad
That i have an audacity to become more than me
The audacity for flying out the sky, an audacity to be free
I am the madness, i am the lunacy
That will rise and run
that will torment for fun
that will get me to be
I am the foot of the world, a rotting glee

What the hell am i talking bout
I need myself some coffee