Come To

What will you do
When the children
Are told about
The things you have done?

Most love can break
Our homes, but we
Still have a chance
To be alone.

My vision is blurred
And my thoughts are all slurred,
And I don't know how
To stand without legs.

Feed me my mail
Through a tube, tonight, please,
And I won't fight all of the
Intensifying anxiety.

The land is dead,
But I'm alive.
The sand is gone,
But I'm still experiencing time.

In a few moments, once I've emptied this clip,
And I've confirmed the past few weeks have been a mushroom trip,
I'll get to go home to the unknown household I've been living in
For 2 ..., 10 ..., 26 ...

Wait I'm not finished.

In my time here I murdered a village.
sheep escaped and I killed it.
Watched each of their eyes
as each of them died, and remained livid.
Fully lucid, blasted a ditch and then filled it.