I am creeping in dark corners, in the recess of your mind.
My feelings are all changing as I am becoming blind.
My mornings all lost their vigour and at night times I awake.
I'm propping up tombstones outside the garden gate.
While watching life fly past.
Dashing past rapidly on roller skates.
I'm having such a blast.
I'm cold, lacking emotion.
I have no pity, as I wear my drip tray dribble bib.
For I am ageing and I'm chasing you.
(c) Livvi