| The lights of the ambulance flicker in sequence over my left shoulder They paint the street with violent color As my mother mouths the words of a catholic prayer They dance along the walls like the strobe lights of a rock concert Or the flicker of bulbs on a carnival ferris wheel The finess of contrast is astounding Chaos celebrating under the fortune of the moon I suppose somebody somewhere might die tonight I suppose they might have horrible wounds that will leave horrible scars I suppose surgens will cut flesh to heal their human carcass back to life But I know that there is always the outside chance That the ambulance will crash And fire will erupt from the engine Traveling to the gas tank I could read about it in the city news paper A tragedy measured by the crescent moon Smiling down from the heavens I have a sense of humor So very slapstick and vulgar Vicous black comedy I hope that they burn in fires that mirror hades I hope that I'll be able to see the vehicle twist and bend See the windows shatter onto the pavement I hope that I'll be able to see their screaming silouhette's Dancing for the devil in the moon Entombed in fire and metal I hope that every one of them suffers beyond human comprehension I feel this venom coarse through my veins Traveling though arteries First hurting Then numbing my body Making it hard to breath Hard to see correctly Hallucinations Giving me horrible secrets Phantasmagoria Grotesque human forms Walking towards me On a bed of smelter fires Children giggling in the afterlife Snowfall covering the rim of a shelterbelt Trauma can be so gut wrenching |
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