Recitado

I'm not interested in greeting you
Or telling you anything about my life
Not your complicit winks
Nor your pats on my back
Can make me feel that life goes on
To what extent are you going? What will you do when you grow up?
I will be your killer, the killer of your inheritance
I'm not going to kill you but what's worse
When you're agonizing
And reach out to grab onto something
I'll be lying on my bed
Masturbating, watching the ceiling fall