Nobody coming to my funeral.
Friday.
Cold .
Dark.
Sticky..
Air is cutting my throat.
Sharp.
Shiny.
Pain.
Saturday.
My soul bleeding slowly .
Sunday.
Red.
Warm.
Thick .
Maybe I will see you soon.
Light.
Noise.
Talk.
Monday.
Funeral. ..
Is that my funeral??
No ..
...it is my life...