Here are the animals under our doors on a stick. Stay far away, do nothing, act silly, please don't mess with us.
I try to be, as in live my life balanced, keep my priorities clean - it's not something I am looking to mess with. Avoiding the contraptions in a scary coincidence like the flat notes on an old piano with a hole on the back. Redeeming those last empty minutes, looking for a way out, mumbling out words without meaning, repeating sentences, forgetting the yesterdays of an annoying lifeline.
This is a rollercoaster waiting to end, just like they said: "The End Is Near".
I've been trapped in dusty wormhole of my own doing. Deep beneath the seratonins of a semi-confessed life I remain forever indulged in the senses of the frontmost fear. Since this is mine conception, I remain unclear and fuzzy on the details. Fearfully annoying instances of adulteries that drown in my arteries, this is the obfuscated results of a lawful existence.
Pro-life I am not, soft lights that bounce on the dirty floor of a small town hospital. Taken care like a pimple in the face. And a deep mellow voice whisper in my ear: "Υπήρξα βαθυδύτης στο ματσακώνι των παραισθήσεων".