Devils dancing drink dish water,
blooming blessed before the slaughter,
outa’ keep her out of here she’s far from feeling,
 further even,
 maybe just a little meaning,
 give it some or seek the ceiling,
 close to death but far from feeling.


Seeping,
reaping,
sleepin,
creeping,
bored but really stinking steeply,
smelling like a petting zoo and happy I don’t have a clue,
I’m twice as young as half of you,
but acting like I’m quarter to,
the edge of time is were you’ll find me,
standing still and acting blandly.