05/02/2026
a lullaby from outer space graced my ears today
with girls and boys it sang along, like aural lemonade
sweet and sour, loud and quiet, bitter like sweet dew
who would've known that decades later i'd die by undone dues
a sound obsessed, fantasy correct girl in a troubled place
would spend each day and night away reliving that beautiful waste
because those sounds where so intrigued, sat high, cerebrally shelved
that because this fun did last too long, i'd always hate myself
up and maturing means you learn that life's not great
that things are only great before we suffered this heavy weight
today i'm a monarch of my own world, and this is my lullaby
but with sounds this bad and chords this bland I wish that I would die
I wish I could recreate the sounds from this lullaby, so sweet
but deep I know I should move on lest I burn in this great heat
so as my life falls part by part i'll sit beside and say
god I wish this sickness keep killing me every day