The Chicken from Outer Space

I've been raised to believe

That all creatures deceive

How have I gone this long?

Grab me by the throat

Throw me to the floor

I will never

See the days again

I will never

Be the same again

The gift of guilted reprieve

The lack of a sense of relief

How have I gone this long?

Voided and alone

Inside the walls I roam

Staying put for days

Among the fog and haze

His speech is just the same

Taking pride in numbered days

All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate

All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate

All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate, dissipate

Inside a room, the tiles spin

Staying put for days

Breaths made of chloroform

Staying put for days

I will never

Be the same again