Screwtape Lewis Lactose
Abandoning this life raft constructed from the
wreckageThe fabric of my psyche left floating disaffected
Sunk like a wrench into my machinery
Wash Flood and Drench the damage done to me
Milk covers me completely
Milk. Drink it. Drowning. Down.
As hollow as a phantom, unsettled as a nimbus
I try to catch my chains on a concept so ingenius
It seems that to me a dour spell descends
A weak artery draining towards an end
Milk covers me completely
Milk. Drink it. Drowning. Down.
I feel a moving I feel a soothing I feel a cooling A
retooling
Grace as it's placed over my wooden head
A coat thick as cream fortifies these bones
