A Random Exercise in Impermanence (The Collector)

The passenger almost died today
Got his blood smeared across my face
They say that he might be okay
But he'll never be the same
Fought off the consequences
Up til he mangled his wrists
I think i'll send my own ass away
To smooth these wrinkles out my brain

Make me ordinary
As weight drips from his body
Blame it on bad, bad luck

I got a hunch it's something big
Like the collector collecting
Enough's enough. Ive had efuckingnough
And with a skull that fucking thick
I'd like to see you get through it

A bone to pick
This ugliness needs unpacking
And through the mist
I spot a rift that's opening

Sleep
Until you're 39
Thn have a little kid
Just like your daddy did
Then let him watch you sick and growing old
Breath
Until you're 45
Then have another kid
Just like your daddy did
Then let them watch you sick and growing mold