on the boundary of belief
the sky was inky starless
but we were aqua marine
and folded in our sleeves
where we shielded our eyes
from the mystery
of an unscheduled eclipse
I seen moon men
sliding down the walls
the carnival of chaos
pervades my waking dreams
I’m sick, real sick
fetch me a doctor
the world of playground killers
and routine atrocity
has gotten me down
all I want is to feel a little better
but what’s the point?
it’s the slow pressure that kills a man
the acceptance of futility
when he stops fighting
he starts dying
when he starts dying
he forgets how to live
Jesus weeps
time runs out
entropy wins at a crawl
the dying days of planet Earth
the doomsday curse
a million extinct Mayans
can’t all be wrong
