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.
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