Last of First's

tic…tic…tic… part 1… today is your last day a last of firsts… all is the first ever done on a first…last day the crimson jumps the pigs in their pen drenched in deaths sweat acquiesce in time… a first for them to… on this…your first last day… lonely conjugal visit callous is the hand toothbrush comb ****… shower shave tic… tic…tic visits from the cosmos pray… with christ on a stick a requisitioned incongruity pomp and circumstance and fine cuisine new clothes, new hair, a fashion plate… with chips and cracks like the broken faces through one way glass old books missing parts empty chapters long dead virgin white and red raped…torn…battered… your best work tic…tic…tic the erudite apes behind poison ink dipped in their pustule with polluted pens murder for peace so vomit death today just for you on this… your first… last… day… a duality… part two… on the doorstep they wait dance as fast as you can while footsteps jangle songs of sacrifice and one special key that bears your name it’s hard to dance when death has the lead a pill for your soul from the captain to be pretty little blue orb now try and relax your ***** is near tic…tic...tic.. a pestilential whore to parade your flesh to mans killing fields scrubbed clean and bright and lemon fresh a palmolive tomb how thoughtful they on this your first last day tic…tic…tic… hells kitchen awakes infinite, god damned screaming malevolent imps f_ing bloody sheets the steel cages roar a crown to wear as demons chant a three-legged beast dead ears unseen your turn to ride mans death machine…. tic…tic…tic…… ……bang………. no more last days… for you…