"Drops of Expendable"
I seldom think of what I think,
My eyes see the things she doesn’t want to see,
But your brain said so, I did!...
I don’t know the feeling to be home again,
Sometimes I can feel the shape of my shadow,
I can feel every sound of every head.
I can imagine every trim and piece I could create,
If forever you’re at the space that occupies,
My mind and day are filled with duty.
I want to share the creation inside my mind,
What’s the happiness behind the creative space?
That fearful sister brought to a new world.
The populated brain comes clearer on
The corpse will fill my rainbow
May the rest be the shield to dreamland.
-Tikatarot-
Watchwords:
Scene
Come from
Hurting
Activity
Creativity
