Signs of Madness
Originally published at Morbid Romantic. You can comment here or there.
Maybe it’s the monotony of daily life or the lack of sun.
Brain eating parasites, perhaps, that I caught from tainted meat.
Something has to be to blame for my mental breakdown, for the fact that I am slowly and gradually melting away to nothing.
About five minutes ago, after getting a glass of milk to eat with my yummy lemon meringue pie, I put the milk away in the cabinet.
I need mental stimulation.