Remembrance

that Day is steadily approaching
creeping by the sides

remembrance is watchful eyes
and carefully constructed lies

Rot

Hours and hours and hours and hours...
Spend most days in bed
nights as well.

Hair starts to fall off. One by one.
nosebleeds becoming all the more frequent
false teeth and flaky skin
I smell of rot.

Inner Self

Sometimes the lines get blurry
at other periods in time they get lonesome.
Like the road she walked home on,

<never bring forth the inner self
>question the others' instead

All of That Is Completely Irrelevant

Large doses of sugary sweets
I might be addicted to ammonium hydroxide
and all those hours in front of a screen
be it the televised vision
or the computing box with a noisy fan
Routine is all I ever knew.
just like so many places on this rock
that do not get to experience the difference
between left and right

But all of that is completely and utterly irrelevant
for She is on my mind
Constantly.