Smoke him out of the pulsating mess of blood and guts lying on the floor - fucking around like the village bicycle without caring who it is or who it was before - always meeting once, scarring forever, then leaving aside, ready for the next victim : brought in by his sharp eyes, cutting us apart once trapped inside a stone gaze. eyes of sadness always enchanting me with his charm - pull me in and throw me around, spit on me, leave me here, stop and pull away from the insanity for a little while - we try, but never succeed, never, could never leave this monster alone, for we're hooked up on IV drip feeding us our lives, stuck on this bed - all day, all night - fucked over our heads with illness unconceivable to those who don't know and wont find out unless pulled in with these ropes that burn my fingers every day - pulling, pulling, stuck in here - interior deterioration - always falling into the ground, but waking up in the same position as before.