Pretend-Ark

It's like the door around the corner that you know is only *almost* closed Or maybe just exhaling Once you couldn't breathe And falling into One     Un-        Ending... .... You'll wish you were all the way dead and Gone I know - there's no such thing - I know Despite what you keep telling yourself, you're always right And that's the scariest thing i can think of.

It's rain it falls now close To me my head unsteadily it Smells as if to be between Dead battery graveyards.

The bamboo turns gray Beside the road Where All the dead things fall, and keep rolling Until they're alive again

I don't want to think about  The day I feel  And feel and rue My every fall (Her eyes...) I never followed through Anyway I'll hit the ground For each single girl  All together now (which would be one question I couldn't ever see myself past) Also I'll wonder at the same time if they've to have been Feeling, too.  Yeah I don't wanna, But I do. --Then forget...

I'll get to sleep or die trying, you'll see in the everyday news I promise you might.

A light that's blinking Neon red bright green the colour white Through the liquid night The people blink as they wait On and off and The bus is early the bus is late Red green yellow black.