Our pill affair has gone immune,
Vaccinated with this friendship’s venom.
The carcass of our sex’s been eaten by the Rex,
His throne is lauded by this beheaded owl.
So believe it when I say: Pray, pray, pray
For the predator’s salvation and the prey’s damned soul.
Tired, weak, it’s futile to be stronger
We’re fools to die a little longer.
When all or nothing is the game,
Frankly, it’s all the same, it’s such a bore.
Remove the frame, the stitches and the hanger
From your mouth – talk or say no more.
donika emille 