"The, "White Sheet," of Time, (Slowly Descends)."

*Slowly; even from Our Conception
 through Lust, the, "White Sheet,"
 of Tyme is Descending upon Us,
 to one again, place Us back into,
   "Mater Earth,"

My Scribes becoming Increasingly
Darker; possibly because the Eyes
I see through are Viewing a World
that's becoming altogether Starker

Reality is a Grinch that'll suck out
all Life from the Joints and Marrow
of our Bones, leaving us in a kind
of, "Spiritual Osteoporosis,"

The Life-giving Plasma Produced
within them has been Depleted so
that it no longer flows out of them,
feeding the Bloodstream with the
Nutrients that Our Bodies are in so
Desperate need of

No Love; no Joy; no Peace; no Bliss
No Happiness of which to Speak: it
was all an Illusion that as Children,
We only saw in Dreams

But, even now, the Dreams in Adolescence,
are filled with Monsters and Malice and
Frightening Atmospheres that Enshroud
Us like, "White Sheets," laid down upon
us by the Coroner at the Scene of a Crime

Where We said Our Final, "Good-byes,"

The only, "Last-rites," that We can Expect
in this, "Fucked-up," Life are the ones we've
become Subjective to, that are Killing Us
with, "Extreme Prejudice," and Malign