How many
Suicides
Until I
Actually die.

How many more
Annihilation
Nights
Left demonically despairing
At the impossibilities
Of life.

The improbability
Of existing.

Fed up,
And,
Frantic.

I need an
Excision,
From all of this
Clatter,
Bother,
*******.

On the radio
Someone is singing.

Serenading
Myself,
With these
****** Ballad
Torch songs.

The fat lady
Has been doing
Encores
For days.

They postponed
The
Curtain call.

And,
I'm left to pull
Together
The aftermath
Of another thing
I lived through.