Rachooo

Tickly cough dropped me to my knees, followed by rows of sneeze sneeze sneeze. My eyes aren't blind, not all the time, so don't ignore them please. Try to understand my plan for a better place to spend my time, try find my missing lime, my beer tastes stagnant without it sweet.

Sweet, sweet, it's just you and me.

Why is it so frantic tonight? Clocks ticking slow fast organically,hands like trees in a gentle breeze that rises, stronger. Why are your eyes so wet? is it the wine or something less chemical, is it the voice I used, was it too mechanical?  

Maniacal laughter in manacles dabbles, no addiction just quick fix adoration, no lamentations, he aint becoming like those crustaceans. Crucifixion, cross legged on the chair trying to give off a mystical air gets told to find a towel to stem the blood dripping from his wrists, does he stick? Or twist?

Stick.

Matron finds a bowl to catch the blood flow for sacrilegious purposes, mass will be given at midnight. Hallelujah!