Homosapien's Coma

Do you even worry...

About the life you're leading?
Confident in the cards you've dealt?
They say "throw in the towel "
Brace yourself, for the rain
Of rhetoric fecal matter splatter
they're about to disembowel...

Chrysalis yourself in numbness
To bear the August blood
Around the ice of a knife
Realized & paralyzed
You lie while you lie, to yourself
Yet not at all surprised
Worse things can happen...

Every breath has to repent
Until then,
You're a deadman walking
Just fine and dandy
Abysmal pool boiling to ferment
Baptize thee in
A pot of rotten sugar
To make Coroners candy...

Served to the Grim Reaper
On a silver saucer
So he can taste the sweetness
Of your ignorance, with
A swig of vintage brandy.