it wont make sense

the beginning of a series i have written but not expressed before now. this is the latest installment, they are one, but separate. you will see perhaps when i have them all loaded. or you have them all read.

if i fall dont pick me up
leave me on the damn ground
the black. the white. the round and round and here we go again
this is what i see, this is what my eyes scream
mind tastes and reiterates that which is and was, but what shall be
and where do the dead dogs go
i dont have a hope, not this slope
its too too dark and its yellow and gold
and no of this makes sense
but this is what my eyes scream
what am i to demean
am i losing myself
or is this just what my eyes scream
the insane, the dead lovers lane
again, am i awake
or is this what my big dead eyes scream

oh and the end.

Author's Note

just read it. it is not perfect. it cannot be. for it was a moment in time, and this is what flowed. i cannot change time, so it cannot be changed.