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