tick-tock, tick-tock, tock-tick .

(original image & edited)

Did You See?

the holes in my black eyes?
the ties, lies that i despise?
the meat mock of your rise?
your slip that was not wise?

the dump with too many drafts?
my life thats made up of crafts?
to drink and desire all the dafts?
the way karma somehow shafts?

the venom you spit to make this split?
the knitted eyes and a sewn mouth slit?
those guts were pitched into that pit?
just a bruised reerection from that hit?

the slipping and dripping through hints,
learning and yearning through the tints.
from burning blood spoiling the prints,
to a turning flood toiling through sprints.

the rift, it shifts, it is making me sick.
the gas climbing in the air too thick,
the poisoning position from that lick;
a practise fire drill to tricking the slick.

so tell me, are you up for this thrill?
to fill the role and roll down the hill?
bandage the pill, hot glue the spill?
seek, to unweak the meek, for the kill?

;[signed]