There you go floundering as per usual
like a decomposing jelly
spineless to the last –
Globules of thick gelatine amalgamate with the scarlet
blood of your veins –
That flamboyant colour never did do much for you –
your pallor is way too insipid.
Autopsies – inquests no one will ever know –
why you took your life tonight.
Someday: you’re gonna be the death of us all…