Missed Appointment

Dawn breaks over the gloomy mountains
Dark clouds come rolling in from the north
Engulfing the entire sun and city lights
As I look outside my desolate window
And I begin think to myself
“Wow, what a perfect day to die”
The tendencies begin as the sickness overwhelms
I haven’t even made a fucking cup of coffee
Get dressed in those same old blue jeans and black tee
So I can spend my morning coming up with ways to go
A high speed chase during morning rush hour would be exciting
With a fiery explosion as I sail in to the median
Or perhaps I jump off the top floor of the parking garage
“No no, these simply will not do, way too over done”
I tell myself, twirling an open box cutter over my cereal
Maybe just pass out in the garage and suffocate on exhaust fumes
But even that is way too simple, I think
Stare at the clock, “oh fuck I’m late” rushing to work
Looks like I’ll have to reschedule death for another day