Face

Unlimited

Days...Daze

I

Want

To

Tell you to go

Kildare...I swear

I never killed her

I swear I never...nevermind

Time...

Seconds like the wrinkles bringing age

Turn the lights off, calendars hide too many pages

I can not tell you

How the flesh upon your face

Burns into a characticure

Which enlightens no one and mocks your soul

Oil drawing hair, I'm so scared

Of old age dementia

Old age senility

Flowered serenity

Old timer

Annihilate the articulate

Kill him for his words

Faster bastards

I'm getting tired

Of false belief, obsolete impressioned structure

Please refer to the scriptures

And tell me I'm wrong