He drinks and he jokes and it gets dark
Around the edges, that gets closer, it gets dark. He babbles through the subjects of the day, discards them before he eats through the candy coating.
There is no space in his beautiful mind (that gets smaller every day) for ugly things like death, other people's death, other people's suffering. He has to keep his eyes on the sky because it's the only way he can see light, and it gets farther and farther away from him as his own weight pulls him down.
He grins and breathes out and in the strong smell of gin from his own mouth, and says, "fuck me, you need to move with the new age", of Babylon, we just wants to see the sky, real up close, before the ground breaks us.
There is no space in his beautiful mind (that gets smaller every day) for ugly things like death, other people's death, other people's suffering. He has to keep his eyes on the sky because it's the only way he can see light, and it gets farther and farther away from him as his own weight pulls him down.
He grins and breathes out and in the strong smell of gin from his own mouth, and says, "fuck me, you need to move with the new age", of Babylon, we just wants to see the sky, real up close, before the ground breaks us.