ONE LAST SONG

Gene Eric Mann

Pitchforks glow reflecting torches held in hand by the town’s folk
Eyeballs gleam beneath the balls of flame puffing out the stream of smoke
Rumors grow, they’re telling of the child who was flung in the lake
Gnashing teeth, they scream for vengence, feet stalking out the mad mistake

One last song, one last song before I go, before I go

Stitches show, reflecting how I’m held together by a thread
Gadgets gleam beneath the ears that capture sound for a brain that’s dead

I was sown together, pieced together stitch by stitch by stitch
People made me, placed me, shaped me, warped the living Hell into me