[stumbled towards dawn] playground of the dead and deceased carousel the grave keepers rounds ,. ghouls and ghastly figures follow,.. stalking the land... WE PLAY,,, WE PLAY,,, WE PLAYaaAAAaaAAAaAAa...!!!... all of the fun house creatures,, clawing disgusting rotund things,, spinning out of control i vomit on myself,, twisted while walking the pious path ..,, so now everybody wants to look (WE PLAY), look at the worst parts of me (WE PLAY) the recesses kept under guard and key, protruding from the smoot,,, maybe i can puncture, AND BE RELEIVED!!!! during the witching hour when the midnight bell tolls the gravel shifts and the waking unfolds with bared teeth hunger that raises from the earth just going to be another body FOR THE CORPSE PARADE...!!!... the marching procession,... the fiends are in line,... shuffling, worming, infesting crowds, diseases gnawing the flesh, your insides are outside, and outside is upside sideways and down,. are you ready for the feast?? ITS AN ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFF-AY!!!!.... [corpse vorrtex] They swear this is harmless, swear its a game, "stay in line", "don't react", "know your place", the ground keeps shifting under my name. while the floor memorizes my weight. Breath held tight in a circular frame, every step feels borrowed, delayed. If this is balance, it's learned too late I'm still standing where I should've gave way. If this is spectacle, keep your eyes wide, don't look away when breathing goes tight. Hands reach in, call it relief, leave fingerprints where the hurts still sleeps. TURN IT INSIDE OUT WE PLAY TILL NOTHING HOLDS THEY PLAY AT LOSING CONTROL DRAG ME FORWARD DRAG ME THROUGH ANOTHER COURSE ANOTHER YOU [stumbled towards dawn] the witching hour when the midnight bell tolls the gravel shifts and the waking unfolds with bared teeth hunger that raises from the earth just going to be another body FOR THE CORPSE PARADE...!!!...
