Thursday night, my eyes can bend in all directions
But in this fright a sight is focused on defections
Headphones on, spiraling back
At my vulnerable, softly-clothed, unshelled casket
Moon or rain, always pain
It's all a ravaging, anarchic, full wastebasket
I doze off and approach up to an
Unreal, ravaged death on my brain
And in tears a new truth revealing
I'm a fish down the drain
Why do you surrender and let your body rot?
Feet back on the ground, stare down, open mouth
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