if love is watching someone die,
I'm much too cold for this room.
the clock strikes red and turns against me.
this may be it.
I write wrongs with the right words,
but it may be too late.
a sterile room is so infected...
waiting for the wolves.
the laughing is unbearable.
you gave me a body,
and you're a living corpse.
"Time's up!" says the clock;
I broke it years ago.
please don't leave yet.
Thursday just isn't your color.