i fell asleep. i woke up and peeped. the world had slightly slipped far beyond boundaries i can't keep. three birds landed on my string. once slices its wings, one stinks and stings, the last one laughs at me and sings. trying to inverse the streams as i scream and yell at my own dreams. in your mouth it's too bright to see negative negativity. i didn't see the irony in all the words you said to me. i wonder who must feel sorry for letting feelings rot inside of me. no room for the real people in this world that belittles the true and crash their shuttles on the rocky ground of the usual grey trouble. all i got is unfulfilled needs. should i listen to them who feed themselves with deeds? but i just can't read at such high speed.