dying melancholy mouse
Location
"What shall I say
Whether or not be truthful
Or bask and in my sorrows all day.
What shall I say?
Sometimes a piercing gaze puts the pain back
And I shut it away.
What shall I say?
What do I feel out or fall back with no one to catch me.
What shall I do?
Fall back without gravity and with pain, grief and
Emptiness pulling me down freely.
What shall I say?
Let me be
Or death will set me free
Or shall I fix my expression to say
You may walk all over me so dearly.
What shall I do?
What at shall I say?
It never matter what, where or why?
In this gaping hole I'm not allowed to
Cry salt droplets of water
ask anyone what you want , it never matters
It's as if the world is staring at me
Like a crazy hatter
What shall I do?
Well shall I stay?
In this country, in this county, in this house, in this gaping hole
within this house
Thought the dying melancholy mouse.