Real Real - Fiction Plane

Bathing in the sun

Chewed up by some bugs

Tearing through my flesh

I can feel their love

I hope that they are happy

I feed them with my blood

Today they may be rich

But tomorrow comes a flood

Real real real

What are the chances

Someone paid for me to grow up

A mouth without a face

He fights his fights in our back garden

Inside we eat creatures

Our hearts begin to harden

A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don’t need

We give our days to nothing

But we’re not prepared to bleed