Music

Woke up this morning with self-hatred thudding through my head. Sounds like a blues song doesn’t it? There’s no music though. I’m like trembling deep inside. Couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to join in. Sorry. Happy whatever and everything. Just lay there. I just think about how awful the next year will be. I don’t, I can’t move or do anything. Just lie there. Like a dead bird. Got up to do this. To speak I suppose. I’ve no free will. Caught in a net. My future’s empty. Because of what I am. Nobody knows what I am. Deep down in my blood. It’s lying there.