Sickness....

I feel sick
I feel sick.

My ears don't even want music.

I must be sick.
I must be sick.

My eyes don't even want art.

I am sick.
I am sick.

I want a Cocoon,
A bed under the Moon..
To go dipping in a beautiful Lagoon.
Time fly, time fly away and bring me my moon soon.

I want to feel the sun kiss my neck,
Lick my toes,
Stain my skin,
like tomatoes flying out of a tin.
I want to lay outside, in the sun filled with decadent sin.

I just want to feel my skin.
I just want to hear sweet songs.
I just want to see art.
and not feel like I'm about to barf.