They never gave themselves a chance but for the Chance that DaNcEd inside of their picket-white-fence eyes
They’ve watched themselves make sense of nothing else at all.
They’ve EVEN taken their turnover-of-time now and ably fixated their minds and faraway faces GENTLY back together AGAIN — as the sunshine brings its own state of reflective Awareness, they cannot a-c-t like these
Wraparound villains any MORE(!!) than they HAVE DONE BEFORE — they’ve EVEN done the bad stuff times-a-thousand disgustingly dIsgRunTleD demeanours OF SIN and it seems —
As if they’re now off to prison for a long and arduous task: of having their asses handed to them on a STEEL-COPPER plate..
filled with enough UpSidE-DoWn levels of disORDERLY distaste and secondary syringe s-e-d-a-t-i-o-n… …
… … … Fate sealed, drug dealers DONE themselves in SINce the RESIGNED BEGinning — and all that awaits THEM now?! What is it but for—-
Death’s Door’s been invitingly p-e-n-d-i-n-g… to be OPENED-wide-S-H-U-T again…
As all ENEMIES eyes land themselves EXCITEDLY back upon… The big RED-BUTTON AT THE BOTTOM. ELECTRIFY ME, plEASE!! We scream —
They HAD to have taken their time and it seems to feel e-e-r-i-l-y ReaL aCtuaLlY. Those WERE the destroyable days which No-one ELSE should EVER need to appreciate… //
It’s been an unDENIABLE masterpiece, actually,
IN A MOST s-i-l-e-n-c-e-d and maniacal Sense Of impending disinterest, and these people are n-o-t-h-i-n-g: if NoT cRaZiLy OVER-ambitious. And we cannot but alter our own old AND W-O-R-N-out, outrageously imbecilic FEELings —
we are NOT utterly acting the MAGGOT AND ON POISED purpose. Probably just u-t-t-e-r-l-y uncertain INDIVIDUALS, maybe?!
With the colours of the Rainbow Blowing In Our Hair, were we EVER really here?!
Begging ourselves to be: everything they built us UP TO FEEL
