Diary Of A Stillborn

I named the electricity
to the bones of my senses
and before I gazed cheerfully,
I killed tomorrow,
to see if it fell deeper

I waited for centuries
and I was told,
that a slice of bread survives
I sewed in the ground
but could not reach it
it is not the same
but as you can see, different

Sometimes I figured you out
only to be seen by me several times

Below, it is below
the soiled compartment needs my time

And I vomitted my chimera
as sick flesh turned away from me