“Pray to what gods you might hold dear
That when the time is that They come
You’ll not have to feel the sickening stretch
Of your little mind trying to understand
That which cannot be known”
I sort of realized that the bum looking dude
Who I thought was sleeping
Was mumbling to me, eyes wide and crazy
I guess even he couldn’t sleep with
The stink coming off of him
“Yeah, that bad, eh?”
I decided to play along. I was bored.
He seemed to adjust something, strange
Under his worn coat
Then he sort of zoned out, and half closed his eyes.
“Hey man,…you gots any smokes…?”
I can still smell his bits of brains.
