Prepare, don't plan.
By Phalanx
Comfort in small doses means death to the mind.
It's a hard world but, you know that.
Come with me in the sake of curiosity but,
Don't lick the faces of the dead.
They'll chew your face off.
It makes more sense to break off a piece from the world you knew.
Remember the carnivals and what they smelled like?
No sugar for the dead, now you know.
Your neighbors are not the friends who pretended at barbeques.
They cut throats after lemonade.
You know how to move like wind,
Imaginary in a blink.
If they're chasing empty space it means one of two things;
You're having too much fun with it or you're getting slow.
You can't take those sort of chances.
Move underneath hearing with a bag for heads.
Walk with comfort among the dead.
The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day.