Nice to see you Mr Rabbit

Tears stain my jeans

Colours them red, deep red

It’s not blood, I’m not real

Made of nothing, empty

I’m black, ash colored

Puff of smoke skin

Pure white mooneyes

Gazing into spirits

Of the gone, leaving

I’m waiting for souls

I notice, they wave

Goodbye, sometimes hello

I fail, the rabbit is late

White substance swims within

Lights up my neurons

Cravings being, stop, being

More holes, look into my arm

Fleshy mess, oozy, infected

Cleanse it with words

Get onto my knees, reach bible

Oh there’s a bit I dropped

Cravings stop

Ceiling turns turns turns

Come down the hole

Into wonderland

You’re late, you’re late

Come back home.

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