soul stealing spot
Location
the tiny black spot on my ceiling
the thought of my thought is what its stealing
you do nothing but sit there every day
i wonder if you'll forever stay
i wonder about your thoughts and dreams
you look lonely as to me is seems
maybe you need a friend
one of mine i could certainly lend
maybe another spot like you
that is certain i could do
throw my paint brush up high
so a friend i bring you please dont die
for, speck you are my friend now
your role in my life is larger than a supple sow
the day that you will disappear
I know there will never be a cure
for the world
or the curled little girl
dying from a small balck swirl
on her ceiling
her mother sheilding
her from that tiny black spot
that will soon make her mind an empty lot