Mental

the hammering is making me mental
brain flickering like fireflies
tucked in the space between my eyes
the hammering is making me mental
making me mental

it's too hard
to stand up in this gale
I am tested, and it is not found
I will fall upon your neck
and hide in your shadow

And this is your opinion of me!
This is the estimation in which you hold me!
I thank you for explaining it so fully.
My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed!

Labels: austen