the shit runs deep, beneath the surface of the earth. Deep rivers of brown and black, the blood of our sad race.
Cut the vain, let it spatter across the clean white walls, family and friends. The stench is reminiscent of our
origin and our fate. Overwhelmed, we go limp, fall down dead...dead to me.
and the shit keeps flowing, until its all gone, the memory all
gone. Leaves only emptiness, an abyss, a hole in the head.
the earth stops, dead in its tracks, and we all fly away.
there I am at the end of the day, no one else around. Hole in my
head just big enough to crawl into. Curl up in a ball and wait for
nothing.