STRANGE REMAINS
LISTENING TO "PEOPLE ARE STRANGE",
WHILE MY TEARS GO IN FOR A DRAINAGE..
REMAINS OF THE DAY,
I COLLECT THEM AND THEN LAY & LAY & LAY...
UGLY HANDS,
BEAUTIFUL TOUCH.
SWIM THROUGH MY HAIR,
IN DISGUST..
THEY GAZE AT ME,
I GAZE AT THEM.
THEY SPIT AT ME,
I TAKE THEM ALL WITH ME...
BULLET THROUGH HIS HEAD,
BLOOD OOZING OUT OF ME.
TEARS OUT OF HER EYES,
PAIN SUCKED INTO ME...
FEELINGS ARE POISONED,
THAT SURROUND ME.
TORMENTS GET SOILED,
IMBEDDED HERE WITH ME!!!!!!
THE SONG IS STILL ON,
"PEOPLE ARE STRANGE"......
OR IS IT THE TRUTH,
TALKIN TO ME???