Elves of Yours

Shredded discord en masse pulp punching smurfs to guess the colour of the bruises Laughing at god and his plan and blaming him for all The broken tardis Bigger on the outside Never follow the rules Look at my lips A hummingbird that quivers all reality Sweating words onto pages Crumpled paper with jutting heads of vowels and consonants trying to find each other in formation of essence Who am i you are asking the wrong person Pulling gravity towards me Madness is my goal and sanity my dedication Of all the thing i have ever been Myself is never one