The Start

I'm not sure where it lies but i know its not with me
and it's slowly going  further to a place that i can't see.
leaving me to feel forgotten
upset in this field of cotton
dreams is where i sleep while walking
thinking love less still i'm talking
marching backwards as hes chewing
animal parts and i''m spewing
splattered guts and broken arrows
luxuries of queens and farrows
come to those with luck and luster
while i lye here like a buster
wish for things like love and glory
like a never ending story
squeezing screams within my laughter
from now on and from hereafter
counting clocks with every hour
waiting waiting growing sour
sitting stiring slowly fester
turning to the t.v jester
hoping for the cartoon rabbit
to snap me from this lonesome habit
nightmares join me in my thinking
shocked and frightened rapid blinking
taking photos sketching parts
drawing flies and crushing hearts
dealing cards and selling souls
buying rich and filling holes
still i'm waiting for his beauty
to comfort and to call me cutie
nuzzle in an open hollow
filling empties and to follow
something special fell less sickened
remove all sadness that has strickened
fulfill then leave me more desired
sex and fire until i'm tired
wake up with depression bending
more and more until the ending.