Stitches, witches, x's and o's
Stars, stripes, and big black holes.
Your tears grow gardens
In a paradise lost -
An Eaten Garden
A rotted world.
We rot in these cells
In stripes, below the stars
While they salute the stars and stripes
And exchange x's and o's.
Stitches can't keep me together
Witches can't keep burning forever
Big black holes can't consume our pain.
When you're a reject, what's left to gain?
Ride away on the pink elephant
Into the big black hole -
The static void.
But don't forget to catch the light.