Either this stump is getting warmer
or I have just stopped breathing
A ghostly feeling,
what is this body?
He strokes the fur
of the ageless cat
And drinks the sweet Nectar of Time
from her ripe and supple ***.
Will it ever be Time?
This body isn't really here,
You self-indulgent ****
but that stone is here
the one the colour of blood
and the heart shaped ones
that you carried around your neck...
We eat such things here
crunch
crunch
crunch
You don't have a clue
when and where you are,
all you have is a book of square numbers,
and a circle of dots.
Do you remember that place between world,
that place you still remember breathing?
Turn on the fans
and your bright red television,
its time to wake up,
and realize every breath
every step
that your grandfather took
never really happened.
It was something you made up
for your own sick satisfaction
and the cancer is your stomach
was just another weak transaction.
be there now
in the space between time
But would you,
could you even be?
Not with that fat head on your shoulders
or that **** in your pants
It's time to evolve
and you have decided
**that this is your one LAST CHANCE