I can’t imagine reality

I can’t imagine reality

I want to spit it out

When I look back

I see you

Not me

There is much to find

In blank slates

Everything has happened before

If only I could be there

With a stopwatch

There would be time

To record the shadows

Screaming

On the wall.

In the middle of the floor

Below a rafter

Where the hangman

Ties his knot

Lies a deep hole

Where death falls.

As the clock strikes

In the round

It is a strange thing

To believe in.

Pander to the time served

Be the first to see

Blood splatter.

I saw the stain

Laid there

It will never be washed away

The memory

Lasts much longer

Than the tick tock

Of passing

Fancy.