Hyper-ballad

   












 

    it's real early morning
no-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

     and when it lands
will my eyes be closed or open?

I'm a boy that can enjoy invisibility

 The advertisement's saying, that pleasure's ever lasting

Must be dead and gone to hell

Come and touch me here

So I know, that I'm, not there