OHHH I hear it howling
and washing down the spine near midnight nye
I know it from the shrill bark in the night mut
OOhh I hear it with the passing car
And in it comes the sword itself
Merciless and swift as clean as acid
it mocks us all and pushes us out of the way
as if we were the same insects we squash by day
The same animals we kill and cast astray
OoOh it never leaves us and keeps a fine eye on us
Each one of us a prize each one of us dies
And it's slow groan covering it's laughter moves through us like thunder
It is the joke that laughed as hard as the concrete a hundred meters down, mortality's swell
and waiting invisible lips and teeth for breakfast, us landing, it chanting like a spell
Waiting for the blood slip, wanting our injury to end us all the same
regular cup of our vitality or whatever remains
Wanting us deeply extinguished
off with disgust, it alive in the rust, it at fest in cancer
this position toward the end, toward too late too mend
old skin old skin, we will never let go and whatever still boiled in our minds
will nail us when it finds us in the afterlife, somehow unjust, somehow unkind
Behind the mirror this hiding phantom, hark
More painful than Hell's anthem
Crush!
It's gone from us and all there is, is only used skin
all there is, is the old carcass, signs of our former selves
Donkeys, we dance around the subject
and pretend we won't be next, no vice to reject
Donkeys, our ambitions don't reach much beyond regression
and invite it in with every habit it convinces us to treasure
OOhh you'll one day know the coldest darkness
exempt of any light, completely swollen and bones bathed in ice
Just a lump once a moving human whose ways and whims would suffice
It doesn't ever bargain and if it did we'd never afford the price
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