A Fine day.

By Salem Shaikh

It’s a fine day with me around, I get off my bed and step onto the ground, The cool, moist red floor soaks my feet, Every day is such a delectable treat.

The beautiful morning lights me up, With a passionate flame, I brush myself up, and go about my day all the same.

I must eliminate my vestiges, Redundant as they are, Carve into me, a beautiful scar, Turn me into a savoury slab of meat, Like a pig at an abattoir.

Hack away like a fever dream, Relish in my own fetishistic scream, Raze everything I hate, Cut, stab and amputate.

The night approacheth, With it, my deplorable insanity, My deliberations lead me towards my slow death, Obstructing them is an act of vanity.

Delve deep into the nightmare, Hatred, Envy and Despair, I coo myself to sleep, believing it is only the night that I must bear. That when I wake up, They will not be there.

It's a fine day with me around, I get off my bed and step onto the ground, The blood-stained floor soaks my feet, There is no beauty, only deceit.

The beautiful morning lights me up,

With a rabid flame,

I give in to the hatred,

And go about my day all the same.

By Salem Shaikh