The themeparks

Oil painting
skidding on ice
Things would be nice
If hope had its tastebuds
Little green men
Circle your head
Tiptoeing with rugged
silk blade instead
Cast a shadow
Upon life's tracks
The chaos of windmills
taking you back
To pain delicious
A tongue could taste
How battered shadows
shouldn't go to waste
Themepark of life
Karaoke song
Would i belong
To the heart that
 betrays you
Fight or flight
navigate still
with crushed toes
that never move
at will
Feathered tongue
with whispered pillow
I am your organ
and your volcano,
I am the tribe
to carousel
This damaged
girl
evaded hell
and for you
id do
much more
than two
of words
that ache
cooked dough
that bake
ready to arise
and still,
i am here at
your every will