Tilt
... it's payback time
for reckless meanderings of youth
laughter at another's expense
all mouth and no ears punk
now a pinball called karma
flashes a tilt sign inside my head...
A favorite hobby was banging heartstrings
until their heart chambers bled
now mine is liquefying.
Into a reservoir of regret.
It's payback time.
Self-inflicted wounds to this temple of flesh.
Now it's beginning to be a struggle
to recall
to walk
to think is to produce fog.
life is thickening and quickening
around the petals of time
it's payback time.
I once prayed for solitude
to escape from desperate masses
this bait ball called living
now as my circle steadily shrinks
I wonder what I was thinking.
It's payback time.
Dying alone is a disease of its own.
Alone is just beyond the blood horizon.
A couple of ticks until midnight.
The bait ball is whittled to one
It's payback time.
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