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What are you waiting for ?

Bring out your wriggles

And blend into the waste

swarming from the ground

With nothing to lose

Under the moon

you’re breathing the air

that has something rough

The stone banshee cries

as a bad omen

Looking on her prey

Alienation - by fellows

wriggling their limbs

By following instinct

and insects’ desires

With nothing to lose

Under the moon

you swallow the air

that’s stinking the damp

The banshee walks among

Stoned bipeds

Waiting to scream

The banshee’s on the ground

Staring at the victim’s eyes

As limbs are getting cold,

So is the glass-eyed face

Under a rainy air

The lady is about to get away

Allowing the roach to rot

Abandoned and alone