I shook so nervous in the kitchen
Total silence; no one saw me
I visited Elliott's house
No accusations on me
I wore the mask I always did
Because no one could handle
What's too intense all in my mind
Outside that version of the vandals
Complexity made their perplexity
All of it was under
And sexual fantasies gave A fleeting sense of wonder
Of course I was too boring Girls sleeping while awake
I couldn't feel emotions All was static and opaque
Twins kept silent while I spoke I begged for a head on a platter
But I was just an unreal alien He spoke insecure to my matter
The kind of sound from out my mouth Struck them like an existential crisis
He sat alone and had it honed; There's no one else like this
But when we sat at that mindless table I started speaking madness
And the pain of it was too intense When his face fell with his sadness
I operated in another dimension And there were two universes The distant and the here
“Nobody even talks to me.” “But we do, we're your friends.”
She asked me, “What's the deal with us?” But it was all pretend
And the verdict from the sickly world Put it all to an end
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Author:
Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 10th, 2026 14:47
- Category: Surrealist
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