Mime

Where do I stand/ why am I here? What is going to become of me?

When I am down and out of order and out of luck.

I sit and stare and sing a lullabye of who gives a fuck.

I have dreamed of such higher places than this.

I cross my fingers during a drawn out blood red kiss.

I constantly am closing my eyes in order to be in darkness.

What was this made for/ why is it here? What a typhoon I've caused in the living room.

When I am clearly shit out of luck and sick as hell and mad as fuck.

I lay and stare up dreaming of a sad shallow goodbye.

I have wished up much greater schemes inside my mind.

I snap my fingers as I keep these meloncholy beats in time.

I constantly am keeping my mouth shut;

a slowly dying underestimated mime.