you are a skeleton of a man with long spider legs and 
carpenters hands, you stand, abandoned ship, you can't,
a quiet drip from your rusted faucet sings. a hollow sink 
in your (cell/life) rings, as you weep...
momma, put me to sleep, and thats when you know how good 
this gets, a waking night here, a nightmare at best.
your number tossed in, in with the rest of them. your 
totem skin painted in tradition, in winters room.
in your bodies condition, he said "save me" and was raped 
by pigs, each blow spewing wisdom for all to see.
teach the world.. "cop", make him pay!, the kitchen 
bills, the height of hills, the fog through pills, the 
loss of will,
unwilling shrill, kill... killer... killed...