Maybe we’re lost
In the imensity of time.
Deep rivers lacerating
My skin.
Maybe I wanted?
Salty,
Running through old scars,
Marinating the flesh,
Masking its rottenness.
We’re all sick
For the tomorrow
That never ends.
Repetition that kills,
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
Grab me a beer,
Because today I shall end this.