The day that shadows come alive is the day I leave my skin behind,
Dancing in my own crusty brittle,
Realizing the world is but a skittle,
Outside built to kill,
Bite it open, see the sweetness fill,
And twist until the sun lights the moon.
Darkness licks eyes and will encourage soon,
Monsters with gruesome smiles grin with secrets,
Promising blood to line your fingernails while you push the frets.
Expecting some song to make them feel,
even though no one told you that was the deal.
Piercing through the atmosphere, music into space,
Like the Lorax, wishing someone to lift me out of this place.
Goofy poem that I wrote for my step dad to make into a psychobilly style song.