Higurro

I've been morbidly afraid of drunk people since I was a young lad. I had many fears back then. The doctors have helped me, but for some reason voluntary zombiefication still gives me the creeps. You can hardly blame me now, can you? A man on a dangerous secretive mission, as I am, must always be on the lookout for grabbers, pokers and the shifty-looking people that inexplicably hang around closed shops in the middle of the night - not breaking in, just waiting. I have many strange chemicals in my body. Some are available with a prescription, others are vaporised and enter the bloodstream through my eyeballs while I sleep (possibly part of a

Each moment, every second, Spirals down like a feather from the sky. I patiently wait, shovel in hand, To bury them.

With my hands I dig down deep Through the soil where the roots swarm To a place cool and dim, A beating heart beneath the grass, Walls, doors, flesh and sinew: A hidden city all of my own. Perhaps you'll wonder where I've gone How could I sink without a trace And leave undisturbed earth? One day I'll find my way back out, Shake off the roots and dirt and see Your golden walls shining in the sun.