My part in all this? I guess I won't know 'til It's over. Guess I Won't know even then, Unless there's something after: Say they make us watch A video-screen, can our Laughter, hold our eyes
Let me tell you a story. I'm telling you now, it ain't much But its mine. It's the story of how I went from A-to-B, got lost Someplace in between. You might like it: Someone dies! But there's no blood or gore,
That's daddy, there. Kick Him! He's just a broken toy, Now: kick him 'til he Bleeds! 'Til his bones snap Into irregular shapes And his eyes cross like A clown's. Kick him 'til he feels
Here goes the world: on And on and on. Where's the Switch? Ah, I found it. Click! Now you're gone, and it's Much simpler now: just me and This dead-end room. Just Click! And then it's gone. Your
The lights are too bright. Life stings my eyes; mornings strip Another layer. I see something else That I should never have seen¦ Life naked as it Should never be seen: Unprepared somehow, stripped