Confused.

Space is never empty

Cobwebs find their way inside

And one day when I will come back looking

It will smell of musk and decay like something else I realise

Now.

A series of memories, someone else's

Borrowed perhaps

"Did I ever really do that?"

"Tell me like I said it once more?"

Appearances change

And you have to make appearances

Roles slip in easily now

Or you slip easily out.

Grey spots multiply

There is nothing left to rain on

Decay spreads around

Like some old wound that caught gangrene

And you lay there unaware

Verse is increasingly violent

It is the calm before the storm

One coconut, two coconut, three coconut, four

Gritted teeth

Dimple within

Bared fangs show

Lust mixed with sorrow

Grey with Very Black

Mad hair and flashing eyes

A dagger nursed with care

The ulcer must have burst sir

There was internal bleeding too

The patient didn't feel a thing

And neither did you.

Out of the picture

Sir, could you move slightly towards the left please. Yes, a little bit further. That's right. Yes, crouch a little lower, yes, your knees to the ground sir, a little further left, yes, yes, that's it. Your face a bit lower sir, no, no, you must remain crouched. Could you just settle the wig, sir, it's flying a bit upwards. If you could just hold your breath for a moment, and keep your eyes to the floor sir. You'd find a remarkable patterning of dust and refuse that has collected over the years, quite fascinating. No sir, this cloak is just to match with the background sir, we wouldn't want you to stand out. Yes sir, a little uncomfortable, but let me just get this right. You must remain nose to the ground sir, or the purpose would be lost. Yes, sir, this is to match with the master's taste. Please don't stir, this is the best we have left for you. No sir, soon this will be over.

Flash.

One more, and we'll be done.

I miss you in a way that I never want you back. How do you live?