Haunted futures
David Humphrey.
The world, man, it’s a goddamn funhouse mirror, twisted and cheap. Shows you what you are, the grime and the grit, the secrets you keep. Thought they were all on my back, every last damn one, but then you wake up, another morning, and the damage is done.
Nobody’s out to get you, see? That’s the punchline, the joke. It’s you in the ring, pal, smokin’ and broke. Just you and your head, a cage match inside, every low blow, every dirty trick, you can’t run or hide.
So you slug it out solo, with the beast in the glass, another lost weekend, another kick in the ass. The world keeps on spinnin’, don’t give a damn about your fight, just another reflection, in the piss-stained light.