Where are you? Have you just tossed me in the bin?

You were home from work late, you say?

Leaving me here should be a sin.

It was the middle of May.

The rain bringing dismay.

Coming down in tiny droplets.

All the animals are tucked in a warm hideaway

While I`m waiting for you to stop drinking Akvavits.

I try to summon the angry spirits.

There are some dark thoughts that I will never be able to unthink.

Most of them are explicits.

So, I stand here with my fingers in link.

Standing in front of the school about to choke,

“Die,” I tell you. “Die!” I spoke.