Time flies when you're having nightmares
like a dying bird smashed against a window,
smearing down it,
eye rolling,
seeing strange
and alien shapes,
ideas unimaginable,
on the other side of
that pane
of consciousness
Time trickles down the glass,
sticky sweet stolen blood
oozing out of you
stealing away your warmth,
stinking rotten copper
in a cloud around you
Time falls.
Yeah, ALL the fun
