Dead in the water, nothing left. Except the stench of what has gone before. Make some coffee, drink it down. And fix upon the pattern on the wall. . I stare at my face,.
Keeling at the sink I'm reeling. waiting for the calm that can't be found. I've swallowed all the pills, I'm cold. and the dreams are starting to take hold..
I remember at school there was always some fool. teaching us about the past. Pictures of kids, starving, eating out of bins. Man we all had to laugh. It's hard to believe we were told with relief.