Paper Cut Dreams

Paper cut powdered fairy wings
Flying through a rolled up Note
Paper cut Diamond lines of string
Sliding down your Marzipan throat
Paper Cuts swimming in your head
Snort a white line of happiness
And then fall down dead

I'm Standing in an under-pass dropping stars
They fall down my Lip-stick smeared face
Transparent Aniseed spiralling up my arms
I Take it to rip me from this panefull place
I'm just so empty when I'm not taking you
Waiting for her sugary innocent Ghost
A small white sweet controls everything I do
Pleas hold me in your loving arms if I over dose . . .

Paper cut powdered fairy wings
Flying through a rolled up Note
Paper cut Diamond lines of string
Sliding down your Marzipan throat
Paper Cuts swimming in your head
Snort a white line of happiness
And then fall down dead

Burning sugary Angels stick me full of needles
And then hang me up on the Chemical Candy cane
Filling my mouth and eyes with Icing Beetles
They powder my nose with glistening sherbet gloss
And make me snort my Childish Bag of sweets
You take me down from the Minty Stick shaped tree
Running in Ginger-bread men populated midnight streets
Pop that pill shaped sweet so that I can be free!

Paper cut powdered fairy wings
Flying through a rolled up Note
Paper cut Diamond lines of string
Sliding down your Marzipan throat
Paper Cuts swimming in your head
Snort a white line of happiness
And then fall down dead
Then fall down Dead
Then fall down Dead
Fall down Dead
Fall down Dead
Down Dead
Down Dead
Dead
Dead
. . .
. . .



Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 270 AF.