WEIGHTLESS!

Skull-wide, entrance

Thoughts spill, no retention

Can't even form the sentence

Little interest in my sentience

It's all black and white

You're all out of luck

I write on the walls

That my time is up

My time is up, my time is up, my time is up, my time is—

Wasted

No more

Dry mouth

Several locks on the door

My life

On the floor

Weightless

I don't want this anymore

Did you know you are talking to an artist?

I sometimes do special things to my victims, things that are creative

Of course it takes knowledge, pride in your work, for example—

Tasteless

No more

Dry mouth

Several locks on the door

My life

On the floor

Weightless

I don't want this anymore

I will end up on the news before I end up in your basement, bitch

We fuck then you put me on your playlist

I lied to your face, I think I liked it, it was painless

I got what you wanted 'cause I do not have your patience

No more

I will not take that shit

No more

All you gotta do is take that shit

A decapitated head can continue to see for approximately twenty seconds

So when I have one that's gawking, I always hold it up so that it can see its body

It's a little extra I throw in for no added charge

I must admit it makes me chuckle every time