fear
(6.4.21)

i want to get lost in a world of my own dreams
wheregrass is purple pink and skies are green
blank-stared and waiting for another nuisance to disract with
so people won't notice i'm utterly helpless

time and time again i am proved life is a grain of pepper
pepper and salt and dying asphalt, seeping into the corners of forever
but the speckles sparks know; they sing choruses in my ear
is it really worth doing, though,
if it doesn't make your body ring with fear?