i hear the fridge
or freezer
buzzing low
‘go to bed, fool, go to bed’
3:12 in the morning
and I have a buzzing head
life
it echoes there for hours
and drips out so damned slowly
and so it lingers there and sours
and leaves a strange and sticky aftertaste
stuck to the walls of my brain
if mankind blows my mind again
these walls will all be stained
there it is
the conscience
dripping down
the wallpaper
old
and out of style
i guess…
…and man, it makes
a horrid fucking mess
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