It was midsummer when you thought to jump
To your door, I’d come, I knew I was the last in line
The air grown thick with desires
I saw people in your yard
Away from the dark and into the light they ran
I was almost like them but
I knew in my heart they were all sicker than I was
They didn’t say any words, just lived under the midsummer sun
They died from this disease they call ” ”
The plants around them grown tall from bonemeal and symphonies
Finally, I walked into the house and tried to find you
I saw people in your living room, people bleeding from their eyes
The kitchen filled with dead bodies, people in the bathrooms, I don’t know if they were dying too
Every house with people lying in the yards
Walking through your house, the people lived in constant pain
I thought when they died they would be gone for ever
I saw these people I knew were dying
Their bodies were empty, but they moved on to the next house they died to live in
I lived in a house with people like me
I didn’t call myself mad, I didn’t talk to my friends
I lived in the dirt, I dug in the ground with my bare hands, I cleared the gutters, I kept the garage doors closed
I saw people in the streets, in their cars, “homeless” they called them
I came and tried my best to help them; they didn’t want my money
I tried to help people living in pain
I saw people in the yards, they died in pain
I saw people in the streets, they died in pain
I saw people in the houses, they died in pain
I found some people who worked for the city
They told me how to fix the problems of the people in pain
They were genius solutions and now I was a genius too
A lot of people were working for the city, I started working for the cities
It was like a big prison or something
The people, the yards, the sun, you thinking to jump