Madder Mortem

Time bent out of shape
A swirl in the waters of Lethe
Time stretched impossibly thin
Webs beneath the laughter
Silence for the master
Time striking poses at life
A prancing and prideful accountant
Time dragging cold feet behind
Webs beneath the laughter
Breathe the sticky sweet
(It is the way, it is the way, the only way)
Never-ending rooms where nothing seems to move