Tuesday 13th

I bite from the moon the sand gets into my orbits I feel no more water flowing through me it could be blood I don`t know anymore I search for reason in a filthy bus I feel sick when I see skin on the vinyl seats I have no idea why all these ordinary things hurt so bad I better stay with my mother today we have sponge cake I grow up as the dough does I`ve always had this feeling I think of you no more grief feels boring I left it somewhere in a box I open it from time to time when I remember love Tuesday 13th the last day before tomorrow the first day after yesterday it is not special birds die the greenhouse effect goes on the ozone layer attenuates cars become aircrafts my dad reads the morning paper sports section mum argues with me you are no more Tuesday 13th a day like any other day