A fusion of ****** projections
And hungry housewives
Who will eat you alive forever
Settle down and face your senses
She's nearly twenty
Years younger than you are
How have you even made it this far
I wonder if we are a little too old for this now
Far away the vultures wait
And sit facing west
Into the sunset
We address our own wounds
Let's taste her again and then spit her out
We are in the lion keeper's mouth
There are a million ways to drown
And yet none of them ever lasts
More than thirty seconds
We are approaching our wedding
And endings are only starting to become you
So many hungry mouths to feed
So many bodies are malnourished
Will we ever sleep again
And why do these elections seem untrustworthy