im a big fat bitch

Coffins for Contortionists

Are you
Or are you not afraid,
if the world is but a stage
His minds rehearsing for the plague.

Which one
The shark and which the bait,
do the oceans drops he tames
displace the waves within her brain.

should my
Wide eyes collect our luck,
in a bag still so torn up
Our ships have sailed, our ships have sunk.

So In this plague
The cast is blown to bits,
we choose our roles by stiffest fit
We lie in coffins for contoursionists.