Thrystan

it looks like
it’s going to rain
inside my brain
i’ve missed a train

this neuron, neutron bomb
is blowing up like a nova
connecting my thoughts
picking up soulless pieces

i’m in denial
and where are you
you’re in defial
and i’m in you

my headache is having a headache
and when i’m hurting, i’m imune
these synapses are dying slowly
while god whispers a kinky tune

it looks as if
you stabbed my thoughts
swallowed me whole
untied my knots

the cure for our cancer is making me sick
it’s tale of the strong, of the freak, of the weak
this is a coma of all cliches… a death time story
i worry, you whorry, this mind fuck is corny