I Am The Killer - Thursday

Tuesday wakes up silent

And there aren’t enough pills to sleep

And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio

It’s over

But nothing can change to ever make it right

When you live in a nightmare

It’s written all over your face.

And in a short time

You’re never the same again

The distance is streamlined

Between decision and defense:

Distorient the senses

Loss of identity

No one to trust

Life runs through this trade

I am no killer

But I still hide my face

In the coming days

I wake up every morning

From the same dream

And then I kill it But you can’t change the letters when the ink dries

I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed

Now the lights are blinking but I can’t see anything

Everything is falling apart:

Crumpled paper

Crushed tin cans

Broken bottles

Paper scraps

We all look the same

We all look the same

But I am the killer