Waiting
A minute is slicing my nerves
It gives me a pressure along my body's curves
Muting my voice down to the silence
Betraying me, my gestures are put in defiance
A minute ago I was a human
60 slices later I'm less than a human
All now is dragged by the flight of the time
Cruel and sharp as a brand new IKEA knife
That reduced my body to the value of dime
Bloody slime,
Why do not my instincts strife?
Shall I count down from five?
Four, three, two, one
Murder Song?
It's done...
How long?
Enough
And
Manifested through the precision cuts
Resistance sprays these slimy drops
Through the protruding guts
To the end
Am I portrayed by my own thoughts?
I guess it's just as it's been
It's nothing new, as always, it hurts
Stained and sealed by my scarlet drops
You're all damned rubbish herds
12/09/2020