Cornered little rat dies
In dank hallways lined with rank
Blood **** broken bottles and rusted tokens
Envied by lemurs who
Hang from burning ****** ***** trees
I mention my name as the game
Lines up decorated soldiers for
Execution
No blind fold for they say
Death is beautiful
Why waste a moments glance at pure
Eternal
Beauty?
She smiled as the duty of my life
Was stripped away
Fast to say what she willed and still
I forgive her because it is just my way
There is something in this machine that
Is eating me away
I smile but I am not there
"I'm dreaming about the door"
As He says
Screaming loud I make no sounds
And worry about the word
The world
The way things are and that I am nothing within it
A knot on an old creaky oak tree being pecked away
By the **** woodpeckers that have been doing it all along
A flick of light sparked by God's evil hand holding a lighter
Hot for a moment in between nothing and everything
In between life and death, that is where I rest and
That is where I write this