I am a follower of everything you do
My loving predator, you’ll know this when I’m through
That you are the only one with whom I know any sense of unity
I long to tell you my funny little dream.
The two of us were dead, though nothing really changed
You were the perfect one and I was still deranged
So there we stood, apparitions
Poised to pounce on the unlucky ones
Dreamt I was aimed at them out of my control, Perry.
I am a follower wherever you may be
My precious predator you’re perfect, I can see.
And I see all things were born to die
As you lick your fur and wipe it dry
Perry, I’ve had so much die on me, too.
I am a worshipper, no matter where you are
Never let you fall behind, nor lead by very far
And as the worms draw ever close
They can tell we’re only animals
But I dreamt I could keep you alive indefinitely…
So I’ve heard it told-
All lives love or otherwise must grow cold.
All hands must hold them, and all lines must cross through you.
I cross through you too, Perry.