The Quick and the Dread

This depression
has been worming
a while.

Itching for pus to burst,

A bad time.
Blood curdling.

I've had more fun¦.

Well I've always had more fun than this.

Every song that I've heard.
Every smile that I saw,
has stabbed me.

Every crack in the pavement,
has swallowed me.

Every comic has made me cry.

I wobbled and I wilted.
I drank, smoke-jilted.

To sleep.

A friend that I loved,
has left me.

Stalking her,
for nothing but care.

I'm a shake and bake.
A bellyache.

For them all.

I'm just a boy,
under the duvet.

Waking earlier,
by the day.

A muffled tear.
and a radio
for company.

I can still dance though.