They wait in the living room – always with the damn living room, hoping for something when, really, they know full well that nothing is prepared to come
I’ve been taken unmercifully asunder akin to quite like the worst, most manic atrocity to occur
This is my particular case of OCD and it just will not relent, however hard I do traipse and try
Going on a lifetime now, and it has bombarded my whole rip-worn world for worse, never, ever better
These moments I have missed are outrageous and typically unjust – must one person have to trouble themselves to try so very agonisingly hard all of the time?