The pressure deep inside my head—
Auspicious not, the worry tides
Endless conscientious gnarled
By the plucky chide feigning unwittingly,
Foreboding deep in loam,
The will lolled by malediction.
Cacophony, like a gaunt pauper
Who surrenders to their throes,
I surrender to vertigo—
To the cordon horde—
The sentinels, spectral agents of wraith,
They demand my concession
And I, with no mediator,
The pang of desperation,
Squalling like an arrested heretic—
I am mulling, ruminating,
Too afflicted to reap the past.
The difference 'tween work and home
Is not much different to me
I call in sick every hour
In every mirror I see
Sometimes it's the mirror in my room,
Or the one at work in the bathroom
Sometimes in parking lots on car doors
And puddles on the ground outdoors
Sometimes upon a turned-off screen,
Sometimes upon a window clean
I look upon myself, so sick,
Please let me not go where I will,
Please let a moment the world still,
Please let me once for catch my breath--
Please don't against my spirit kick!
I look upon my face tonight.
Please, rest those eyes and do not wake.
Let not morning come, because if so
Again to somewhere you will go
And
Must I keep buzzing
And turning around,
Towards the sun in the day
Just to glow in the night?
How will I shed
These Victorian shingles,
Melting their cream color
From my icy heart?
Twice 'round the sun,
This is all I could muster.
Twice 'round the sun,
I squeezed it out
Like nectar from honey suckle.
The pressure deep inside my head—
Auspicious not, the worry tides
Endless conscientious gnarled
By the plucky chide feigning unwittingly,
Foreboding deep in loam,
The will lolled by malediction.
Cacophony, like a gaunt pauper
Who surrenders to their throes,
I surrender to vertigo—
To the cordon horde—
The sentinels, spectral agents of wraith,
They demand my concession
And I, with no mediator,
The pang of desperation,
Squalling like an arrested heretic—
I am mulling, ruminating,
Too afflicted to reap the past.
The difference 'tween work and home
Is not much different to me
I call in sick every hour
In every mirror I see
Sometimes it's the mirror in my room,
Or the one at work in the bathroom
Sometimes in parking lots on car doors
And puddles on the ground outdoors
Sometimes upon a turned-off screen,
Sometimes upon a window clean
I look upon myself, so sick,
Please let me not go where I will,
Please let a moment the world still,
Please let me once for catch my breath--
Please don't against my spirit kick!
I look upon my face tonight.
Please, rest those eyes and do not wake.
Let not morning come, because if so
Again to somewhere you will go
And
Must I keep buzzing
And turning around,
Towards the sun in the day
Just to glow in the night?
How will I shed
These Victorian shingles,
Melting their cream color
From my icy heart?
Twice 'round the sun,
This is all I could muster.
Twice 'round the sun,
I squeezed it out
Like nectar from honey suckle.