Wrote this while brain-dead at half 6 in the morning without any sleep beforehand for nearly a day. On top of that sinuses were playing up due to a cold so had to suffer through a lovely throbbing ache behind my eyes, plus an annoying cough so every 5 seconds was spent with a coughing fit. I have no idea where this came from. I was wanting to write something a lot more light-hearted, but oh well I just went with what poured out of my mind, even if it is black and twisted. I'm not depressed. This is a conceptual poem, not of myself, but of a character that formalised in my mind during the process of writing. I find it easier to write in the first person more than the third, since the former is a lot more malleable than the latter. And to conclude this is my 930th poem since I started writing back in mid July 2011.