I've lived in time for all my natural life,
Pierced by her prong-like ever present claws,
That slice my heart, my bowels, my inner entrails,
Like razor-sharpened, always active saws.
Imprisoned in her lair with no escape,
Held fast between her cat-quick subtle paws,
With nowhere else to turn, I raise my eyes,
To gaze into her masticating jaws.