singing my song..

whatever song there is

to be heard seen felt fucked upped around

in the lingering light of your fetus

joining in the choir of the stiff angels of henpecking

quite an incisive experience of vibrating fear

hard to fight off...comming from the ground over the house of light

blurring

the sight

tension arises from the ghostly ashes of the pause

whenever whenever

you are not ready..it's there..we are here

to piss you off into bliss

til u can't stand it . accept or die

but do it now.