Brain damage


Brain damage

I'm getting older and getting colder
with frost slipping into my door
there's holes in my brain
where cornflakes remain
and nothing matters to me anymore

My doc says i'm sane when i ask him his name
said i'm not to blame for your soul
his eyes looked right through me
my thoughts started soothing
his mind floating into my pores

Each sentence he smiles
with a frown upside down
through an emptiness of a warm covered child
i'm free to express and pay my respects
to all of my fallen dead clouds

You relieved from tears
when bending my ear
by slowly reducing the rain
the pain has sustained
my thoughts have been trained
your diplomas were never in vain

By curtailing my ills, from atop of a hill
faces are melting that spill
they say that i'm lazy and not going crazy
where a prism of knowledge prevails

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