Thick syrupy thoughts
On watts
Turn moths to turtles
I've mixed all the crowns
With frowns
Take open wounds for circles
You've got all your goals
I'm told
How it will all be worth it
Seen the rot in your eyes
It shines
Death in the form of purpose
Thanks for the way you worship
All of the signs
Ticking off time
All till the timer forfeits
Blissful now when your heart
Won't start
All cardiac arrestful
All that they want
A chest-full
Better when left
To fester
Can't laugh with a
Heartless jester
Now in your sleep
So cardiac arrestful
