"Dissected"

At school i was made to disect frogs
as i remember i refused
fellow pupill's would open there stumuchs,
pin back the flaps
and draw whats inside,
i guess at times life is like that,
i am dissected.

There is no such thing as the end of the line
its just to far to jump
entopy is moving closer
the universe will be closing for buisness soon
removed from exstance
we have been disscected.

I step outside
just for a second
it starts to rain
you could mistake them for tears
but just for a second.