My Words - Serj Tankian
My words escape me,
As I escape them,
To define me, As not refined,
mimed release expressions,
Of continuous thoughts
Pouring out like red wine
From a dark green bottle on a crème carpet,
Or white sand.
My words escape me,
As I escape them,
For love is beauty,
and beauty is love,
As diabolical dreams
of intestines on a platter,
As kidneys, lungs and livers,
Rushing the blood, my blood, winded, noisey.
My words escape me,
As I escape the world.
