a poem

[sansa]

Shiny Beings (from the diary of the sweet madman)

Ya know the birds,
the big, dark ones
who scream from the woods?
I mess my thoughts with them.
now just sitting here
my head growing dead.

The birds - they scream for my thoughts!
they feast on the toys
forgotten outside,
the forgotten playground of grown-ups
years ago ruined by storms

The birds - they come by nightfall
they crowd the skies untill they're black,
crimson outside and inside my head
they swallow the last drops of melting sunshine
like it was lolly-pop for them,
but it ain't for me!

it seems to me      they're allways here
it seems                they never sleep
it seems                they never die out
it seems                they're allways there

laughing crazily.
then dissapear.