greyeth synthesize: SKI SYGHT SYNNYSTER SIGN HERE

there sat
"hello my friend, might I spend an hour with you"

dangled down infront of me like a spider
in the sty... in my eye, there it sat

I hinch my eye to provocate the memory to which my pupils dilate

I hate the memore. Want no more.
The memory of the world discovery
and the understanding that nothing is ever handed to you
didn't come so dandy as a flower, or a panzy
nor gay of the smile did I feel,
for I left, drier than dry, and dry humour
the world I remembered hit me like a tumour
and, love; I would no longer feel

losing my mind
the spider started losing its legs
each one spread into a warfare of pile

but this world once alive, now dead,
may dangle the den of style for my gardenery is black

world and clouds - 'whatever's come over me,
I want it back'