Al Di La - Cloud Rat

Eyes open, feet sweating on satin

Flickering pain lighting up

Hitch me to the reaper

Theater curtain, studded vest

This limbo you breathe in

Eerie cold in my chest

Why are you collecting plastic?

Why all the trash?

Stone-colored hands too brittle to move

«Its closer than ever

Did you hear that faint roar?»

Sandprints, overdosed

You’ve fallen off now

You lost now.

The neuro-bombs implode

She turns over and slides closer

«I have earned my urn

The one that’s left at my gravesite, next to the name tattooed on your hand.»

Flower blooming from inside a skull

Skull;

Hem of the horizon

The madness of all things