Tempicide

Never a dull moment whenthe calendar is filled with kitchen knives

Laughing at each minute as they suffocate and break out into hives

Hours fly by having fun while dropping them from thirteen stories high

Passing by the day as it slowly dehydrates in its binds

These are my favorite forms of tempicide

Never a waste when spent here by your side

Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my eyes

Culling out the week with a fireaxe directly to the spine

Reeling in the years as they float face down below the waterline

Watching each decade as their corpses do decay in quicklime