Oh god, I feel them closing in on me.
I see them stare at me like a pair of doe-eyed cows.
Is there a way that you could let me in?
So I could stay safe from the ways of the monsters in the crowd?
I’ve never meant to do you any harm.
But goddamn if I don’t have a tiny black heart.
I’ve been in space for way too long.
Lost all the skills and I can no longer do my part.
I can’t remember what went on.
Bit to the bone, but why? I can never recall.
Does it make it lesser? I don’t know.
It was always there for me but I never knew for sure.
Mix a mad bassist and the din of robotic junkyard guard dogs barking in cadence and melody amongst a field of lilies and lilacs surrounded by snow and pine trees.