Killing Time

Decades of Dread

Killing Time

Tick-tock, teeth talk, something in the waves

White mask breathing from a porch-light grave

Backroad engine with a slaughterhouse whine

Turn the dial and watch the seventies die

Motion blips race down a steel hallway

Lake fog breathes where the counselors lay

TV snow whispers from the other side

Neon decade, killing time

Parasite smiles in the high-school glare

Say it too many and he’s already there

Summer rain writes what you buried in brine

Nineties fear in overdrive

Hot pink hunger with a heart carved out

Boiler-room static and a campfire shout

Buttoned-up sin gets a demon’s reply

Y2K nightmares, killing time

Decades of Dread

Time's up!