and how would you know ...
please don't make me beg
a pile up
the cold gasp as the steel blade
goes through your stomach
where is all that noise coming from
the earth stopped running under my bare feet
hypnotised into a rigid trance
I was locked inside a transparent coffin
the audience tightened the noose
a large buzzsaw
severed me into two separate pieces
the blade slices right through my body. The two halves
of the table are rolled apart so that I am clearly
separated into two sections. He then appears to
command the whole process to reverse
just an illusion ...
After a while the sides of the box fall away to reveal I am
struggling to escape the manacles
my body jerks out of the coffin like a jack in the box
boing
boing
the head hanging from a spring
18.20, 21.02.13. © Lizarikk
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