fed up

in amusing regret
sitting among the strayaways
and praying for resistance

in amusing regret
i fail in humiliation
my mind barely standing

making no remark
you must hate it now

forgetting life
in black sheets warm and deep

dim tone
rotting screws aimed

ready for
ready to end it

sometimes we all
would love to die

if only simple thoughts
were so simple

and the nuisant
didn't love you as much as
she often does

i'm done.

i'm .. done?

call off the bitch
and bring the porcelain baby doll

they need her more
more than yourself.