so many times i pray
there is a trapdoor under my chair.
vanish.
not even vanish
just nothingness
no past
no future
and certainly no present.
today was
'one of those days'
as society says.
tired
naked
laying still
dizzying as i stare
please don't make me move
everything is a sickness
everything is a disease
a disease
that
refuses to kill me
where did the mercy go?
it's okay.
the trapdoor will come
the trapdoor
it will come
