Its getting closer..promise.. Carcass Tuxedo Now youre late again This fluoro broken brain is Flicking through head games Perusing menus Platter thin dead meats Artichoking beets Creamy blue vein cheese Spattered red jus Hissing carbonate Clicking knives on plates Feeling offal I try the pate Distractions running thin It feeds adrenalin Breathing out as cool as this boy can If I cant shake these hunters from my head Then Im a double guessing running hide and Better off dining alone tonight If I can sense the lights beyond the meds Then I toggle Jeckyl and Hyde I cant make up my mind When after some time on my own, waiting for someone I become an agoraphobe, burrowing deeper in When anxiety ears start pricking up I know I implode to full survival mode Deflated parfaits, cold pig ear soup, neurotic maze, loops repeating The nearing chain barks, chinking tighter now around their necks I fear these arteries and jugular next Unmuzzled mutts and gunning cocks Kick me off my feet Run Jeckyl, run run Hyde run Im caught between your world and mine Run pig dog run wild Until theres nothing left between us
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 07:46:39 +0000