Tilt

...its 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 heart strings until their heart chambers bled now mine is liquifying into a reservoir of regret.. its payback time for poisons once poured into this temple of flesh self inflicted now its beginning to be a struggle to recall to walk to think is to produce fog life is thickening around the petals of time its 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 dying alone is a disease of its own alone is just beyond the blood horizon a couple of ticks until midnight the bait ball whittled to one its payback time