Gibberish

Peachy

Wrap around prevent a pull

Separate and tear your world

Mend a wound and lick it clean

Stab at the insides again

Reduce swelling, bitter core

Happy dances upon the floor

Something wrong with leaking boat

I never cared to stay afloat

Sometimes you get a nip

In the bud of the ship

And sink it goes down below

Never to be seen, on oceans floor

Of sense you can make of this?

Then you must be insane, because I am not.

Author's Note

Ill concieved thoughts, with ill typed words.