Over cast skies,
raining flies.I´m too much used to be hospitalized,
but, this time is not my demise.
I´m not use to be the caretaker,
in the army I was the undertaker.
Mother mother don’t you see?
Unfortunately this is now the life to be,
hard to be the caretaker, I can now understand
what a tough you creator.
What a day… It´s my duty, so don’t worry,
till the last breath you’ll be laughing
and in good hands with this strange “kid”.
Why are you surprise that I go from 0-100
when the time is necessary?
Don’t worry, I’m more worry than you,
it has to be the moon is blue…
I don’t know why I can compartmentalize the soon to be tragedy,
and make the day funny, a unfortunate gift, people think I don’t care or
I´m not aware-of, the gravity of this fatality, but:
that is the way I get the job done
and only for the special some.
Although I’m mentally drained, what fucking day.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.