Hysterical

Here comes the newest apparition

To set fire to all the flowers

Now I should have known it was you who would call

When vainly I escaped into the ever-changing rapids

To your boat with a sign which read “get in and hold on.”

Hysterical

Calls for luck

Heal the weak

We should just grow up

And so I hid behind the dishes in the night

Until you woke to find me trembling like an emasculated dog

There is no sense in even trying to track the weather pattern

Is it better to leave than to blindly hold on?

Hysterical . . .

Let me out

Of the rain

Let me down

I want to make my last mistake

Hysterical . . .