12:01 A.M.

I’m going to tell you a secret

It will never get old,

I’m going insane

It has been foretold.

The old maiden in the caves

Touch me when I was young,

“This one will flinch in the sink,

Her brain will be undone.”

the most mundane things

tangle me in their strings

the bodies I’ve put under for

they pull up in streams.

As I told you once

I have been sick since day one

My brain melts daily

My strategy is deadly unsung.