Deja Vu,

sitting on the toilet
the morning after.
Hollow
Beaten
Staring at the walls
as if THEY were them.

That was the last moment
of me.
Now, it is back to work
to keep the cogs rotating,
whilst my own
piss themselves
within a violent orgy
shortly before
the wind sits quietly
in the corner
watching the sun
grow old
and wave goodbye
to starving cattle.