Stories
My radio picks up sounds
which could only be voices
When scarlet rain sings
Tunes in a rythmic parallel
Telling copious quantities
Of their nightmarish dreams
In a dream I was a behemoth
My spirit stuffed with splashy delight
Though if gaped inside,
viewed patched battle wounds
Gushing flesh from every monsterious fight
Lemon lightning stricks down, we frantically run now
Hear children playing useing bantering words
i'll hide inside my shadowed room, frantically chokeing; this is a womb
Watch as streams of joice trickle out, All hope lost
various equations doubt
that this is the climax,i still am tripping
Traceing skyward the red thats driping
So Ima wash it off though
Wait for a full moon
Turn into a werewolf
I won't be back so soon
which could only be voices
When scarlet rain sings
Tunes in a rythmic parallel
Telling copious quantities
Of their nightmarish dreams
In a dream I was a behemoth
My spirit stuffed with splashy delight
Though if gaped inside,
viewed patched battle wounds
Gushing flesh from every monsterious fight
Lemon lightning stricks down, we frantically run now
Hear children playing useing bantering words
i'll hide inside my shadowed room, frantically chokeing; this is a womb
Watch as streams of joice trickle out, All hope lost
various equations doubt
that this is the climax,i still am tripping
Traceing skyward the red thats driping
So Ima wash it off though
Wait for a full moon
Turn into a werewolf
I won't be back so soon