Death's day off.

I say all the wrong things and I can't be bested.
This life is a test and I am restless.
I need new not confusion of delirious views.
The colors of old coming to atone their fears.
An old face appears around the corner.
The old lady calls the coroner.
This life is a test and I can't be tested.
Once upon a time I left the fickle let live.
But this new coming homer I'm bound.
Inanimate.
Respiratory systems afraid of rebirth.
The curse of humanity fickle rain first.
I'm the worst, I know.
Repeat it out the window.
I am unimportant and I will not be used.
Another worldly view.
Shoot, bang, bliss.
I'm addicted.
Its like groundhogs day and the way the groundhogs play.
The wick burns at a forty degree turn leaving the bowling ball to pin the win.
Bored.
Nothing new.
Misconstrue life and death.
Once upon a time I had my mind.
Bang, zap, whistle.
My morbidity is fizzled out.
Then again. Once more. Life roundabout.