Nonsensical,
weaving stories more real than reality
bland tongue can't taste its own demise
out with it, before the cancer spreads
iron maiden jacket, draining the flesh
upon pants of blood, sipping pints of lager

Four and a half kilos,
resting on the forehead of destitute
feeding on the united colors of phlegm
boiling water can't melt this viscous bile
unnecessary wait at the *******
leg left dead, the night vomits red

Classic self,
addicted to suffering, ******* apathy
******* wildly into a fruit grinder
getafix while you're still an idiot
pretending to eat out of empty boxes  
yeah, this is as real as it gets.