Killbot 2000

smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents

the room is filling up with smoke and little bodies

tell all the boys and girls from school to

keep breaking all the rules

to let their parents know they're individuals

datura flakes off from your lips

you've lost the swagger in your hips

your eyes are turning blue to gray

your skin feels soft and sagging down

your arms drag across the ground with each step you take

and they fall from the jungle gyms

and they fall

and piss away each night among the sound of bodies crawling round the room

I can smell their flesh on everything left in this room

chalk and scattered crayons on empty desks for weeks

finding clumps of unwashed hair caught between the vents blowing

carry their little bodies

to the cemetary

so gently

please don't let their necks crook towards the ground.