Your teeth are falling out!
Feel them clacking, feel your mouth cave in?
See Death with the troll grin?
He puts his bony hand in as you shout.
Panic where you stand, breathe through your nose.
He peels your face, reveals a blooming rose.
Pull back! Give in! You have no more free will.
Become a box for everything to fill.
Wed Jul 08, 2015 11:19 pm