Blammo

Time ripens and time rots

And blows away

An old man with nothing

To prove or say

I’ve lost my way

The past it lies in front

And slowly fades

What comes, comes from behind

A creeping snake

Shake you awake

In time you’ll find

Its touch just right

Oh god I wanna feel it slither shake and writhe

Past my eye

I wanna feel it slither shake and writhe

Past my eye

I wanna feel it slither shake and writhe

Past my eye

It’s how I ease the doubt

That I’m alive