Melancholia

You mustn’t look behind
You mustn’t look ahead
Stay in the sideways they say but it can be hard when surrounded by cunts
Your future is bleak and non-existent
Your past too melancholic
So sideways you look regardless of the numbing pain engulfing you
Your foreground fades to background
Your background foregrounds, highlighting futility
Looking sideways is how you stay until future and past collide

You should’ve looked behind while the choice was there
Or ahead, at least