Scritch-scratch

sritch, scratch, scritch

I watch sun go dark

Dark fer me enside

Amory klimbss in my eyes, scratch my eyes

Only see him when sun go dark

See him dark

See him when moon is putting human to sleep

Scratch my eyes

See my eyes so scratch scritch

I see zombie eyes, bex sum call her

She the boss of fools

She gobdaw

Think to brung us all up like some crazy coop of chikens

Cara help me write

I say to bex when we come see her

“Pog Mo Thoin”

Cara seeez my scratch scritch eyes

She says have hope

I will tell bex to kiss me bum

But in me old words from back home

Before the BOOM in head

There gone the scritch scratch of me head

Tear the whole thing into shreds

Turn the hole wide wourld into bits of scratch and scritch

Likee me

Lyke me

Amory make scratch deep

It feels

What if I was cut down in a bone soup

Would they say bad meet

Sad meatt

Dead meatt

Or take a mead with the soup

Wud my bones make it taste deep

Scritch my bones into goop soup

Beautiful, cara teach me

And “punctuation” she help me scratch out

Amory would say I beautiful soup may bee

But not drink it

Not drink