Building the Numb

Chaos is the monster
Who lives under my bed
And conspires my fall
While I suck on my thumb

Wicked abominations
Tangled in cobwebs of doom
Are eyeing my greedily
As I'm building the numb

Vampires of time sucking
Blood from my fucking veins
Bleeding me to afterlife
And I'm feeling sort of dumb

Slowly I'll wake and
Slowly they'll sleep
No time to weep
As I'm building the numb

Black widow spiders, slaves of regret
Crawling on my chest and
Drooling blood on my sweat
But to my demons I cannot succumb

O! devine lord of chance
Render thyself visible
And rescue me from this happenstance
For I'm Bulding the Numb.

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