by Oxidado (Bowienet member)
Antediluvian twins
joined together in love
Two tiny brains protected from the outside world so evil
Together in their frightened humanity they reach for the sky
Somewhere beyond a vicious sun will shine
Outside I have always lived my meager life
I have always been different, a loner so lost in the world
Everything I do, I do alone
I will survive
Red eyed creature smoking his green fixation
From this mind-bending cherry, deep purple smoke rises
To where it roams is anybody's guess
Hands are coming alive to hold onto the bubble of loneliness
A purple snake comes alive behind this frightened little creature
This creature has such tiny little hands protecting my lost twins
Behind this little frightened child peers a pale blue ogre
With such big booming eyes
Eyes of pink, looking like glass balls of wonder
A trail of blood red leads to the fashioned teeth of a brainless skull
Another set of alien twins stare at each other outside
Avenue punks, razor sharp street-smart teens are in love
Yet another skeleton pays me a visit
What teeth he has
Teeth that will last a thousand years
So many eyes are looking at me
Eyes of pity, eyes of wonder, eyes of destruction, eyes of insanity,
Eyes of confusion and the eyes of sleep
Solid green worms are protruding from the head of a frightened soul
All of a sudden everything became orange
The whole world around me turned this vibrant color
An elegant Asian face so shy hides
My punk space twins are doing their thing
Pissing on the society that they have rejected
The face of a lost soul with his brains shooting from his skull leaves the scene
The brain of this alien is still shooting through his skull
Many eyes are falling into place
I love eyes
The eyes of any creature tell a story
Some sad, some happy, some insane, all are amazing
The sad eyes of a prostitute deeply looking for love
So sad as she peeks out her window wishing she could be beyond her slavery
She cries please take me with you
A Mexican skull of a lost soul is falling from the sky
I love the Mexican day of the dead art
As a child I would love to gaze at the weather beaten murals on the walls of Los Angeles
Under the bridge stares a psychotic child, her eyes show no emotion
So sad, she can't even shed a tear
Out of the African royalty blood drops drip
These three drops are evil spirits
Such despair all around
Here comes another snake into my dream, biting at my soul
The skeletal hand of fear is within the mouth of iniquity
Well, enjoy life while you can
I'm getting old
I am blind
I am gone
© 2001 Roberto Oxidado. All rights reserved.
