Friday 6 March 2020

Hatefield Quarintine

Murdering minutes,
and slashing seconds ,
in the only life we have,
the only life we'll ever get.

And you,
a mate in wasting oxygen,
killing ourselves
in abstract.

Milliseconds are shattered
as seconds tick by
a day on repeat
as Twilight comes.

We are killers
who won't need a shovel
to bury the evidence
We kill each other, in a cowardly way.


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