Gray wall extending to peripheral
Sweetness inside
Down in the grass, you reciprocate
B-movie trite
Swimming in languidity I walk and
Talk into a dark, pink night
And in my scarecrow surity
Don't look for me when I hide
Feelings and minds, times
They always change, but mine never did
Surf to the shore, rotting in the wave
Under the grid
Red as the blood escaped from your face
Lost as I ever was
Waiting on God or something like it
Something just like this