Pull the Trigger
My mind changes like the weather
Whether I have clouds or sunshine
I never feel allowed to invest ones mind
I better see how I can slow down time
Hyperbolic time chamber in my design
Subliminal messages that’ll nullify
Sub minimal impressions
Lessons too precious to mention
Full Nelson’s braking intensions
Time to show off my new invention
Close your eyes tight.
There’s no need to fight.
Fright will take a hold of you when the fear starts to follow too.
Flight will send you to the moon but no one is coming after you.
No one is gonna have a clue. Don’t believe me. I’ll follow you.
Creep behind and set the mood. You can’t see me but I can see you.
Imma about to lure your soul.
Compress it down into sacked coal and launch into a black hole. Claustrophobic yet?
Spaghettifacation as the walls start closing in.
Locks are frozen in. Coffin closes lid.
You really think this is how it ends.
If so. You got a few things to comprehend.
I can collapse this rabbit hole on your head.
Fold in on it self, origami made of lead.
Oh you think you got me. I’m a head of you.
Talking dead with a deranged sense of view too
Aww look what I’ve done. You think you know me.
I’ll let you hold my gun.
Point it directly at my cranium.
Pull the trigger!
Now wasn’t that fun.
Blood brain spillage drip all over the rug.
Looks like Skull dipped in spinach dip mixed with crushed bugs.
“What the hell man what is this place? Look at your damn mug!”
Land of the damned, now allow me to bury your face. Make your lungs fill up with mud.
Stop struggling it will be over in a moment.
Just take in a deep breath and make sure you own it.
Copyright © Michael Mifflin | Year Posted 2019