@Bandito
Mashed Potatoes
An echo of an echo
Keeps reaching my ears
The screams of the children
Grow louder than my fears
The phantom of their daydreams
Still filter through our cheers
A pale and freezing hand
Wipes away no one’s tears
When locked in internal debate
Don’t try to see their side
Infection tries to penetrate
The warmer, innocent minds
When trying to concentrate
Always, always try
To never want to imitate
The humans over the line
Instead of sleeping peacefully
I’ll lie awake in carnation red
The melody in the harmony
Doesn’t want to die
The struggle, and the bravery!
Of shredded, clouded souls
I love, but hate humanity
When it comes to killing dead
Mud, and rocks, and leaves, and sticks
That’s all it ever is
A timeless thing, a tockless tick
It lives inside our heads
On an other's back, the weight of bricks
Is worse than on your own
Infinite choices, but no one picks
And everything tastes like mashed potatoes