I could swallow you

 

 

there's nothing here for you

unless you turn on your light

to see your power

four more years and it may explode

I know where i'm going

do you?

you're cutting off your arm with a needle or a hacksaw

walls covered with portraits a bratty child must have drawn

I'm not the type to get distraught and complain

 

plans were made before you were born

mapping out your first and last breath

I can tell you don't believe

there's a path that will make sense

I know where I'm going

do you?

you're beating down your walls with lazy thoughts and toothpicks

acknowledging your ghosts with looks of a frightened prick

but I'm not the type to compete or refrain

 

this is not an experiment

 

I could swallow you

you know that I could

you know now don't you?