Blinded for days by a mindless cloud of head-fuckery;
our neurotic pathways pulsated improperly while they whirled around eachother
like a hypnotist's wheel, colliding into eachother like electrons
sending our brains through a mental massacre
A plan for destruction isn't necessary;
you can break down everything if you want to.
Innocence conceals a lot,
perched atop a mountain of love,
my head soared into the clouds and rested in a realm
where all reality was bliss.
But what comes up must come down,
and smiles can surely turn to frowns,
particularly when the crown that you where atop of your head
is skewed by alcohol;
things can surely fall.
Like handcuffs chained around your wrists,
relationships hold together through the turns and the twists;
friendships are born in the strangest of places,
birthed in hospital beds like the spawn of new faces.
Together, we'll roam what's left of the world,
and at the end of our journey, if there's anything left
we'll stand together, linked closer than the tightest of bonds;
we'll have nothing but happiness, and sing the lightest of songs.
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