New Doom

I am rust and plastic parts. a human clock whose face reads goodbye. hoarding time in increments. i'll sell it all right back to you. endless and friendless and i know i move too slow. lights go on lights go out and we're all so tired i know. i'm sick of breathing this air. i know, i know, i know, fuck it away. but my hands won'tw ork ad my eyes won't look. a mistake and a pencil to erase one more name. i'm not selling anyone. i'm not selling anything. in constant rain our parts rust all the same. quarantined