A laugh will escort you out,
Signaling to the alarm.
Cheshire smiles at you with robust delirious
And delirium situates its landingpad on quaint questions
Which slip from your mouth as you see them. Gleeming through pale flesh
Maritime prospects, now tethered and feathered to the floor
These witches have played this trick before!
That I can tell you for shore.
Silence will cover grey as you submerge under the waves.
So for your life's sake through dying days,
Leave the aviatrix to ride
And see life for the purpose of changes
Situations meeting engaged faces,
Human lives sought after in the universe as the currency of the Faceless
Embraced with, and stained with
YOUR fatal traces
all over the paint drip