I like the way words sound (It doesn't make sense, but it somehow has a beat. Sometimes I just like the way words sound, and that's how this poem gets its title.)
I try to tell him telepathically
I tried to kill him slowly
I tried to hold him happily
I tried to burn him holy.
It�s not so easy to take a step,
I tried but it�s too steep.
I tried to rescue him from this,
But then I fell asleep.
I try to test the testing grounds
I tried to eat the sheep.
I try to feel my way through this
I tried, but lost my feet.
I want to make the speaker talk
I try but cannot see.
I think that I am all alone
These people are a disease.
You should take these sleeping pills
Come on, you�ll fall so deep.
With my pale and sunken eyes,
Why can't you see through me?
I�m pretty sure my day will come
I�m sure you�ll feel the beat
That all this surface-rhyming-stuff
Will once be thought as deep.
