Killing Time Felix

van Oordt

Mechanically monotonous as a steel hourglass, I stop you again to tie Another tired frayed string to you, smothering and clinging to you, I try to decide the best way to live for you. I know how you lie When I sit across you, your jaded parole officer, in lieu Of your distraction, one not to give a reaction

As you tailor me for my funeral suit. It's an obsessive compassion

That, in relentless fashion, I can't risk being late To notice your Empty dinner Plate. Time Is running out. You don't notice, No time to ask why. Don't worry for me, love

I'm your shadow, like a glove

I'll let you stretch me and mould me

And, when push inevitable comes to shove,

I'll lay beside you, cheek to cheek, buckle my knee And let whatever rots inside you claw through my skin.

I'll let you consume me, even though you'll throw me up again They won't know where we've gone, just exactly where we've been.