RANTING AS THE CLOCK STRIKES THREE
It’s another night where it’s too hot
But not so hot that I can comfortably
Sleep naked
So I don’t sleep and the fan overhead
Whispers almost imperceptibly
Whir whir whir whir whir
Tomorrow will be another morning
With either the sun like a cudgel
Coming down on my body
Or the rain an endless rasp of tears
Crying down to the oblivious earth
Or, worst of all, both alternating
Sometimes I think no one wants me
Sometimes I can’t be alone enough
Sometimes I wonder when they’ll come
To get me
And now I can hear them trying to get
Deep inside
They’re in they’re in
I feel like they’ve gotten in
They’re going to kill me because they think
I know too much
And I want to die
Because I think I know nothing
I’m floating in the river of shit
I feel right at home
I’m falling asleep
Horror Sleaze Trash 