I'm standing in the jaws of this monster.
It may seem like fiction to most people,
but I've spent some twenty odd years
in the belly of a goliath.
It came and ate the planet,
but did it slowly, over centuries and centuries,
so as no one would panic.
No, instead
they killed each other, and
lost money on the stock exchange,
and went gambling on thursday nights.
All the while, we were slowly being eaten,
and not even one person wanted to admit
that everyone was a ******* lunatic
for not screaming till their heads popped.
I guess secretly we understood.
We don't even matter;
we're just bacteria down here.
It digested our **** planet,
but we lived, yeah,
we survived down here.
Amongst it's **** and it's
appetite and it's stomach acids
and it's growls. Deafening.
A few of us decided to try to escape,
and we were considered insane.
Collectively hysteric.
We found the jaws of this leviathan,
I can see the outside but
I can't tell which way is home.