Dragging again
Back in the wailing rig again
The notorious potholes of Tacoma
Rattling out the dead again
The Mask straps you down tight
Cuts off your oxygen
They tell you not to move
How do you breathe without moving?
How do you breathe without oxygen?
Nobody has an answer
They all leave the room
Music plays when the big metal plates
Start spinning around your skull
Staying Alive - Bee Gees. I shit you not
I endure it.
Next song starts, faintly familiar in the distance
But panic sets in when I hear Fripp's guitar build-up
I fucking know how long "Heroes" is.
Six more minutes of radiation
I can't do it
They have to pull me out
We'll try Ativan tomorrow
We've only just begun to live
sings the dead drummer girl
And I'm not feeling the Ativan
Not even a little bit
I feel the phlegm pooling in my throat
Which is being strangled by the wax
They long to be, close to you
I struggle, I move
They pull me out again
Tomorrow we'll try an Ativan/Benadryl cocktail
I'll put in a request for Metal Machine Music
And hope for the best
-KrossD (4/1/2025)
