Mourning Squirrel

We’ll move on.
I admit it’s scary but at least I’m alright.
Something crazy will always happen, like
like the suicide of our nerves to kill the pain.
The demons are here for our unjust actions.
(Screams of terror)
I’ve been waiting for this day!
Keep beating me. I’m down. Now kick me while I’m on the ground.
I’m falling apart!
I’m a bunch of drumsticks!
Back off to the start.
I’m here again.
Let’s prepare for a duel, Sir!
You heard me! Come on!
Then a nuke hit. We all died.
Now we are here again, having this conversation.
By we, I mean the voice in my head.
Look at all the trees!