Sitting here with cat and cockroach
filling up the void with gray smoke
totally oblivious to all
suddenly I'm feeling restless
go out on the frozen crow's nest
who would watch me watching everyone
hey down there
can you feel my glare?
I can only look down
but never yet have I been better
writing out and burning letters
even now insisting it's your fault
sitting here while feeling feelings
mentally addressing most things
but totally oblivious to all
hey down there
can you feel my glare
hey halfwit
can you feel my spit
I can only give you that
when I grow up I'm gonna kill you all
until that point my life is just a stall
so you forget you even knew my name
when I know how to change my face into anything
you will learn the joy that darkness brings
giving you the gift that gives forever
I've got all the time in the world
I've got all the time in the world
And gods only know how I don't much like to be spurned
‘cause now I’ve got all the time in the world

//

There is something under the floor hiding
all of its time spent biding all of its time
when it sees your feet hit the floor
next to your bed it'll lick its lips and wish for more help to quell
the undying thirst for blood and insatiable need for drugs and
everything that comes with living inside the dark
outside of a public park
breathing on your ankles beneath the bench
you realize the awful stench
the one that can't ever be washed away
the smell of the day by day
not much longer among the sane
you're circling round the drain
I'm just outside the circle now
I can hear you breathing in and out
saliva filling up my mouth
preparing for what I'm putting in it
all your tender limbs
leave the closet light on
and soon enough I will be gone

//

Parts of me are strewn across main street
hidden twisted metal in the human fleet
bent frame obscured so none can see
debris just keeps colliding with me
into this machine
I’m pulled out piece by piece
to stitch together a model of me
dark clouds will billow down and swallow me up whole
several minutes later will spit up my skull
this matrix of self-destruction
culminating with my induction
into this machine
I am pulled out piece by piece
to stitch together a model of me
saw me shambling up the street
resembling closely a chewed-up piece of meat
I look up to see a hand and reach
you look down and release a shriek