...six days and counting! I am your next death,
waiting outside your room.
I am your nobody,
trapped under your no good germ.
I am all your days,
that should have been mine.
I am here for good,
so you can be fine.
I am your best bet,
for keeping you well.
I am all you need,
to keep me in your hell.
I am here to stay,
by this darkened door of yours.
one hand on the frame,
two feet in your hungry jaws.
I only stay with you,
in this germ house of yours.
To keep me busy,
away from all fours.
I won't be around,
when you really need me.
I am not going to give you,
what you need to be free.
Unless I deserve it,
then leave me alone.
Go fuck yourself,
stay away from my home.
You can have me,
when I am ready,
anytime but today.
And when tomorrow comes,
then you may take me away.
Jason (back to normal in a few days)
Photo is an original Banksy stencil I took back in April 2004 in the back streets of Brick Lane.
(C) JPT 2008.........34.57 miles.
