November, 30th, 2023
The death of pleasure
calls out for an action.
Once you explode,
Stagnation takes over.
As your body relaxes,
Mind goes blank,
Sink your head in the pillow
And go on dreaming
Enjoy it for a while
'Fore you take action
For you don't wanna rest all day;
You might get sick and tired of it
A rush of energy runs through your body
As soon as zero turns into a hundred
It's as fast as lightning
Your nature demands it —
Get back from the dead
And find yourself a new pleasure to kill
If you cannot find any
You might as well jump off the hill —
One way or another, I'm getting my sacrifice.
