- Vol. 06
- Chapter 03
OLD ROPE FOR MONEY
I feel the sucking at my knees,
the draining of reality,
which claws its way over my thighs
to gnaw upon vitality.
Try as I may, I cannot catch
the demon so intent to squeeze
the life from me that it may snatch
my spirit with its smiling lies.
I know I’m just another batch
yet drag my terror out of bed
slow slouch to where the vampires latch
spitting universal credit.