My pupils weren't properly opening and closing
This is a start of something awful
My pupils noticed me dozing
I can not say I'm hopeful

I can't feel my organs
Or if I can, they're rotting
I can feel in closing gorgons
Spraying me with stone ink

I feel my stomach sinking
On the brink of *****, thinking
How rarely I've been blinking
And the feeling slowly sinks in

It's been five blinks
My rotten heart now stinks
I've only blinked five times
But many years have passed
Of me being alive

I'm in the kitchen with my daughter
Watching cartoons with slaughter
Filling in the memory folders
Trying to fit her in the right molders

Five blinks were fun
But now she's gone
Some five more now
And death seems to crown
Me as the new king of fraun


The sky turns grey
Now I can't stay
Five blinks again
I can't maintain

Five more my hair is grey
Five more my soul's sent astray
Five more and no delay
Everything rots and can not stay.