Waiting,

dehydrating,

slipping away,

into the endless place,

where time is nothing,

where it stands still,

slowly,

tirelessly,

losing my grip,

losing all sense,

of who I was,

suffocating,

in this endless place,

while I wait,

for you to come,

and fix the fucking hot water cylinder you prick,

where are you,

when will you come,

do you realise what I have to do,

do you realise what is to come?

I’ll split your head,

once you’re done,

once you fix,

this fucking thing.