SPORADIC THOUGHTS OF THE UNWELL

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