Benny Eliram

Step by step, wall by wall
the beast eats the last seawall
of my reason. A Kafka's bug
creeps on my brain. Drug
cannot pretend that peoples
aren't melancholic beetles
who rain on a monochromic paint.
World isn't a large complaint
when the Kafka's bug shows
its ass at these stupid fellows
who die rather than live.
In this town where votive
mat invisible streets and encroach
on my unreal sweet, I'll be cockroach.
I'll not to do the metamorphosis
as long as my Kafka's bug is.