silk roots

Silk roots
By: the dog
If I spit lies I spit truth cover my eyes with silk roots.
The bottom of the line is always the sick group.
Every other lie is just said to regroup.
And in the back of our minds the real us is hidden we're all just waiting for them to break through.
When we break loose our minds unsteady so to those around us our lives seem heavy.
Depression becomes but a plague that tries to dumb down the higher minds.
We think on another level high above trapeze and telephone lines.
I hide myself in these sick lines.
And maybe next time when we all die we'll die from a sick life.
Dip a poem in chocolate like a strawberry.
Bam there you have it a flavorful blown mind dangling from a trip line that's hanging high up in the purple skies.
Told you I spit sick lines that lye on the edge fearless.
She'll jump right from her high position in my mind walk on air becuase she's an heiress.
And I'll lay here in my bed lonely with heavy eyes that will soon be tied becuase...
For me she could care less.
cover my eyes with silk roots and tie up my mind with Bach root.
Lay me to rest with Bach and Mozart so I could forever be mute.
And burn my poems cuz u never liked me but I wrote them all for you.
And that's the sad truth.
Codeine tears watch me die of something I'll never use.
To think you were my muse.