Cylinder
Roll me over
Derivative in arrears
Meet me
I shall drown in water
In hopes my mother has given me gills
A closet stuck in the skeleton
Nibbling on your earlobe at night
Meet me in the
And I am guilty,
Rising to the occasion
With false equipment
I thought you were a hero
But you are running
Naked and scared
Adding to the bag
Of corpses by the end of the road
Roll me over
Derivative has appeared
Meet me in the
Bed—
Room
