My heart’s about to burst straight out of my chest

The skeletons are out and about of the cupboard

You know that I know that no one knows shit

My hopes dead as dinosaurs

And I don’t feel like doing anything

The sun sets early on a day stillborn

Half-forgotten memory abruptly erupting from the heap of spent nows that is times past

Getting informed of looming terminal illness in a way too clean room

An inadequate and erroneous response on my part leaves everyone silent and teary

Over the hill creeps the mist

Eating all the sheep

Shivering as the notion of inexistence ripples thru my earthly all

The milk goes sour in a matter of seconds

Wistful thousand-mile stare thru the bedroom wall

“Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici”

Regretting not having killed the messenger

BUTTER KNIFE TO THE THROAT

Surely a shower will set things straight

Washing nocebo out of my hair

A few tears go undetected in the perpetual falling of fluids

Dirt, filth and soap down the plughole

Daddy longlegs working their way across the moldy fields of the bathroom ceiling

My shower cabin takes me dark places

Drying in silence while the Titanics of the day go down

The newspaper is reeking of bitter end on the cluttered breakfast table

With a towel wrapped around my waist I go upstairs to bed

Not really needing no one today