I take a knife
And insert it at the nape
And run it down
To the nexus

I start at the top
Peel back the flaps
And let the insides
Push there way out

What do I see
That makes any sense
And says a thing to me
That I can comprehend?

Pump house
Air factory
Processing plant
To the nexus

I cut deep
look close
And dig my fingers in
To the whole bloody mess

Sorry folks
Don't want to bring you down
Wish I could be more positive
But the prognosis is not good

I think this corpse has had it
This story has no smiley face
This body looks done, down
To the nexus

I take a needle and thread
And sew, from the bottom up
Wipe off the blood
And cover it all with a sheet

I turn to the door
Open it to the sun
Drop my gloves, and go out
To receive the sun's stroke

Where am I walking to?
Haven't the foggiest
But I'll keep on walking
To the nexus