He Killed People Like they Were Cops
and Children like they were Women


if i turn the volume high enough
i can escape
the drums are made out of sixty-foot craters
with air tight skins of human flesh streched across the rims
a large man is beating them with sledgehammers
at night i sleep inside them
my stomach feels like it's diving off a stage
my brain is running off a cliff
like a group of bored kids who see a celebrity in public
everyone is completely fucking mad
they are infected with something
they slowly destroyed the ancient cats
the rooms don't have windows anymore
the cats have returned