Perceptions lost in a whirly circle of madness Dropped... To run in a field of dancing fire daisies Bopping side to side to an imaginery beat Girly footings prancing about in slow motion Putting out the minature fires one by one You did not realize you stepped out teeny lives Their flames once so bright now smoldering ash Lives so precious and lives now gone All to see now is ash, glowing embers, and the smell Of sweet sweet death
