These people are watching – in his mind’s eyes at least
They have created and bombarded the whole event from intricately within
Multi – coloured, perhaps
Darkened and thick breathers for the most part
They move soon as he talks, set a groove to his every own manic move
They lean and Whisper horrible words, to gladly interrupt
A schizophrenic tendency to repeat on rewind what they do have to say
He’s feeling a little bit sick, holds a slickened knife by his arm
About to stick it in and move it around ’til these sins Go Away
And red blood begins to pour and they do adore the process – they’re still here, of course, laughing and cackling both outside and IN
‘Til his life thins away to something finally worth mentioning