Killing a crowd of millions, one by one
Complaining midway that it’s taking too long
Heart skipping a beat when realizing time is precious and sweet
Gloom setting in when realizing death is the only thing you’ll achieve
Imagining raping the woman you desire for hours and hours
The next time you see her you overpower and wow her
Setting goals while indifferent to meeting them
Pretending upmost ambition is feeding them
Preferring isolation because acting gets tiring
Looking for a job, hoping no one is hiring
Eating Mother’s meal and enjoying every spoonful
Wishing it would last longer but the stomach’s full soon