shaunsic

A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity
my two fingers punching the keys diligently
trembling ground pushes my glass off the table
spilling the blood of the son of your idol

if it were not for this extensive bug collection
i would know not what ive found
this world would still be flat
mary would be a virgin
and i would still be sleeping sound

if every word is a dead symbol
empowered by the carriers expression
ill bury my instrument citing this incident
im a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament

the most honest telling of this borish fable
is that on level ground im never feeling stable
but ive got to try to outlast this candle
or trust department to fight the inferno

if it were not for this extensive book collection
i would know not what ive found
this world would still be flat
mary would be a virgin
and i would still be sleeping sound

its an endless quest to maintain
when no one is ever right
and out on the fertile plains
we bathe in fractured rays of sunlight.