Dressing up for my funeral

She will be back my babygirl

I’m walking I’m walking walking in the void

The void said, “not yet” I replied, “What the fuck ?” It repeated, “I’m saying, not yet”, I yelled, “Why not ?”

I threw up, I lied on the bed, worms crawling under my skin, words and titles hurting me, relentlessly, torsioning my balls, I crawled, yelled, and shouted.

I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m not lying, I’m trying to breath, it’s dead, it’s realy “not yet”.

Sylvia, how was it before Ariels ? Haruki, how was it when you stopped mid-novel, Gerard, how was it after The Black Parade ? Mangesh, how was it after “Dates in Ohio, Tokyo and Brooklyn” how was it after “Girls within Boys” ?

Painful. Fierce, Agressive, and I have no words.

Mama, it’s dead, it’s time for me to dress up, bring me my suit, the black one, I have to attend my funeral, Mama.