You know what the nerves keeps on going up and down,
the brain cells wont respond well,
am not myself anymore,
everything is peripheric and gross,
am at the end of a crossroad,
my reaction to your anticipation makes me go all constipated,
am carefree and careless anymore,
all these testosphamines faking all over in my blood,
again its all dark and cold and wet,
again there is nothing tasty for my grey matter,
am vomiting words of unwritten scratches,
spiting hatred of voluptuous velocity,
my caputilation is my only rehabilitation,
my world has become my neighbour
and the guest is only another exoskeleton of a damaging life.
There are days like that where some WTF words would be expelled.