It's like a dream
inside a dream
inside a lost laugh and a blood bath and which wall was it that fell to the ground and which cry was it that went to the town and how do you know how far you are and how do you know just where you are and where did you get that beautiful scar was it snowing or raining or frying or fainting or being sliced with a knife on the best night of your life by a man dressed as your wife but wearing no shoes, no tie around you neck hanging you from noose or corner office and where did the time go
this all used to be fun
this all used to be exciting
it's dead now, no one has realized it yet but were all dead already, we've died and this, this is a perversion of life, the dead must be dead not bouncing about like rotting marionettes goddamn it who is pulling the strings and when will they put us rotting back to the box it's over already and that's why it feels like nothing because it is nothing a great big nothing of a death after a great big nothing of a life.