revelers

Mark my words oh marred mirth makers
Vacuum voids, android armies
Lie to keep it true
And die to what is you
Find the ghost inside
For the host has all but dried
Live your sleep and dream it all away
The resentment of your slumber rests sweetly on fluff and air
Buoyant in the vacuum
Maintained like your pubic hair
Bothersome but “boy do they buy it!”
It’s all-good!
The masochism of the mind
The coldness in my chest
Warm as two bottles of southern comfort
And a few more to kill the hangover