Lament of the Gastropod

[Verse 1]
Hoping, thinking, maybe it'll turn out right
Leaving trails of bio-luminescent light
Scrunching smaller, oozing delicately
Pure excretions from my alimentary mind
Shifting, shaping thoughts slip bubbling to the ground
Lie there, pulsing, quite devoid of any sound
Dragging slowly through the iridescence
Leaving tiny pointers to my presence
Slurping, tongue-like, through the sedimentary
Layers of my life, probing, evidently blind

[Chorus 1]
[Slurping noise]

[Verse 2]
Good times, bad times, they all seem the same to me
Shoving bits of dirt from where I need to be
Love and hate are lost irrevocably
Death is all that waits inevitably
Making all around me glutinous
A moving mass of mucoid ludicrous design

[Slurping noise]