The Dicing (P. Hodgson)
Hes seen it In the mirror In windows The eyes of his colleagues His so called friends Hes seen it sprouting Growing Where the hair once was Where the hair was now gone His head His skull Growing Pushing Sprouting And it got worse Morning after morning First a centimetre Then an inch Upwards Always upwards To the sky The stars The sun His bathroom ceiling But when he touched it, there was nothing Only bone Only skin Only his head His head and mind growing further away Deeper He could have put it in a bag His head He could have ended it all. But there were holes Always holes So he was left with the hats Oh yeah, there were hats. Hats to keep the water off and the heat in Trendy hats Stylish hats Hats they wouldnt notice Hats to stop the stares Hats to push his eyes to the ground. To push his away from theirs But they didnt last...It grew beyond that And he couldnt hide it anymore They would all see it What he was becoming What he was now He thought of the layers of his skull The bulb at the centre He thought of the doctors smile The card from the office He thought of it all, all that would scare him The smell when they were doing it The tears of the surgeon The imaginary clean metal The roasting in the sun The dicing All that was left was all that bothered him The fact that it would grow forever Until he was gone and it would be all that was left.
Hes seen it In the mirror In windows The eyes of his colleagues His so called friends Hes seen it sprouting Growing Where the hair once was Where the hair was now gone His head His skull Growing Pushing Sprouting And it got worse Morning after morning First a centimetre Then an inch Upwards Always upwards To the sky The stars The sun His bathroom ceiling But when he touched it, there was nothing Only bone Only skin Only his head His head and mind growing further away Deeper He could have put it in a bag His head He could have ended it all. But there were holes Always holes So he was left with the hats Oh yeah, there were hats. Hats to keep the water off and the heat in Trendy hats Stylish hats Hats they wouldnt notice Hats to stop the stares Hats to push his eyes to the ground. To push his away from theirs But they didnt last...It grew beyond that And he couldnt hide it anymore They would all see it What he was becoming What he was now He thought of the layers of his skull The bulb at the centre He thought of the doctors smile The card from the office He thought of it all, all that would scare him The smell when they were doing it The tears of the surgeon The imaginary clean metal The roasting in the sun The dicing All that was left was all that bothered him The fact that it would grow forever Until he was gone and it would be all that was left.