High up to the hill I look above
A burning man screaming out his lungs
Color of green taking over my brain
Craving a pool of vivid pinatas
Clean myself beneath a waterfall of jolly tears
Where did my wife go
To the left five owls staring at me
Sinking in their huge piercing eyes
Falling forevermore for there's no ground
In a never ending sequence of dimensions
A time-lapse of every moment I breathed
Am I breathing now
Who is my wife again
Grabbing a warm magenta hand
My back on a field
The wind embraces my ears
A smell of smoke and boiled blood
High up to the hill I look above
A burning man a disloyal wife
An end of story to this life
