over by the rabbit hole decays my sober sense of loss
i leave it lying there baking under a big & brutal sun
in the limbo of a crucial choice & this boat rocking all the way across
i swear i won't feel, screaming loud & out loud waving this heavy, hollow gun
no, i swear that i won't stop, not until a heart is deaf & blind —
not until the sky is braille & the stars are all motley & maligned
sincere? am i sincere? who can tell with all this noise?
& who can say if we don't have a voice?
people always leave & i've always run away
people always grieve & i'll never ever say:
the things i feel inside, the neon coloured grey
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