Paralysed but my iris turns
to the corners where darkness lurks,
Remorseless shadow that consumes,
I relocated, it resumed.
With both eyes open, realised
That every dream was revealed capsizing,
Counting down to queen nineteen:
The end of dreams, The death supreme.
‘Friends and family’, hey, whats that?
Whats my voice like from where i’m sat?
A blinding apple bitten screen says:
“Here lies all your fucking dreams”.
Zombie is what zombie does :
“Whats wrong with him?”
“He’s plastic cuz…
look how he drags icarus!
He is not one of us.”
Keep my eyes down as I walk,
Keep my mouth shut lest I talk,
One three stares and another points,
My face says “…bitch or not, keep walking.”
Frozen are my ligaments
Poison is the plastic face
that says “I’m here but far away,
I’ll be here every day.”
Capsizing heart that never sings,
Tightening, every day, the rope,
And in my dreams it’s smoking, choking.
Red, the head that falls through stars
Stars that die, I pay the cost,
Mundane, the psychodrama still,
The same until this packers killed.
In death supreme, I plastic walk,
And now and then, I plastic talk.
second thinks they know till Third
Says “no one heard a packers words”.
With spirit in a laptop bag,
right next to a plastic sad
A tiny cut ‘bout once a day
Beneath the eyes and drift away.
He dragged with each split minor step,
Organs removed like imotep,
Paralysed, he stood consumed
While Iron moths celebrated doom.
Remorseless shadow that consumed
returned, but this time, i’m in tune
And now I plastic crown do death
With blackened strength, wait and repent.