Where The Cowz Get Chopped

“Chop,
Chop!
Goes the Cow in the Chop Shop!”

Upon entering His Cave of Doom,
Where a smile upward?
Is backwards,
I…
Couldn’t help but notice the door missing.
As well as a piece of my soul stolen…

“Chop,
Chop!
Goes the Cow in the Chop Shop!”

Mounds of debris slowing down my drive.
Even though sunlight beams through the windows,
A darkness pervades my presence,
As I’m left breathless…

“Chop,
Chop!
Goes the Cow in the Chop Shop!”

Wouldn’t recommend a single nostril to inhale the dustmites swimming through the small amount of oxygen left to go around,
But,
I have to.
And recover what dearly belongs to me
Unless I decide to suffocate myself as my escape from this crime scene…

“Chop,
Chop!
Goes the Cow in the Chop Shop!”

A suicide I’ve imagined before,
But,
I can just imagine all the skeletons stuffed inside of each closet in front of me.
May explain the bits and pieces taken from every character he’s come across in hopes to sell a picture that isn’t true
Especially,
That one.
With a glaring X marking the entire door…
Skeletons I probably would never dare tussling,
Even I was on a hunt for “more”…
But,
I digress and plan an exit…

“Chop,
Chop!”
Goes the Cow in the Chop Shop!”

Nonetheless,
I observe.
And observe.
Until I find the courage to leave.
A scene left bloodied since the day he battered Himself into a deep depression…
A reality I must accept as “real,”
While I walk through a concrete jungle,
In search of a smile…
Knowing this room makes me do the complete opposite…

“Chop,
Chop!…
Every cow has to go through the Chop Shop!
Eventually…”