tylendal

pop tart,
what's our mission?
do we know, but never listen,
i'm wondering why i'm still here,
i'm a tumbleweed,
rootless and free,
like electrostatic love poetry,
psychosomatikspacecowby,
philosomatikally speaking,
words always leaking,
the meanings of within,
i live alone in my sin,
everywhere i am,
is everywhere i've been,
it's all a part of me,
look how dirty,
i'm a dirty epic,
always listening for fone sex,
coming through the back door,
i'm praying for tidal waves,
to wash it all away,
i want to slip into the sea,
eventually,
to cleanse my twisted branches,
of these earthly bounds,
a lost soul?
perhaps,
but there's a love that knows the way
wrapped up in clean white sheets
everyday i pray that
death comes to take me away
but he never does
and i continue to walk
alone and insane
blinded by my pain
following each clue
that leads me back to you
and now we know it all for sure
love
tylendal frelennye