Out of Time

I've been born and it hurts
And it feels like I've been burned
By the cold cowardice
Urging me to take my life
When nothing is worthwhile
And the devil's on speed dial
When I'm gone, please be kind
Collecting the bits of me you find

Like a cannibalistic praying mantis
Like the last train home missed
Like a duck with wet feathers
Like an argument with the weather
- All at once it's confusing
Not making sense; it's interesting
And when I’ve run out of words, it’s annoying.
When I’m out of time, it’s suddenly.