Nothing Special

It sits here, the dark anxiety

It sits here, now it's waiting

Somewhat flippant, somewhat damp, it's mid-day

Quite right, you can blame the night when you see it

Just like me

It sits somewhere, it's sits somewhere far

The darkness now sits

This is the end

you know

It sits, the anxious darkness

It touches and it turns red

Somewhat flippant usual day, and this is the end.