A fractured mind on its knees
To live my life is to live with disease
Conclusive was the diagnosis
And you won’t want to know the prognosis
I’m afraid to step inside my kitchen
A moldy croissant, borne of malediction
Taunting me with it’s cruelty
I’ll no longer suffer this indignity
“Your life is meaningless,
Not even worth a droplet of piss.”
Twisted yeast crackling with laughter
Unprepared for what comes after
Prepare to meet your doom
When this trash bag becomes your tomb
Denial, the ultimate taunt
That’s how I mock the croissant