The Chicken from Outer Space

I've been raised to believe That all creatures deceive How have I gone this long Grab me by the throat Throw me to the floor I will never See the days again I will never Be the same again The gift of guilted reprieve The lack of a sense of relief How have I gone this long Voided and alone Inside the walls I roam Staying put for days Among the fog and haze His speech is just the same Taking pride in numbered days All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate (inside a room the tiles spin, the bed is eaten by the basement) All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate (and the pipes is broken fall to the ground, and I am alone) Dissipate, dissipate Inside a room, the tiles spin Staying put for days Breaths made of chloroform Staying put for days I will never Be the same again