The Horrors

Morgan moves back to the familiar charms of his fiery days when
Morgan still felt something.
No longer
Morgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four.
Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames his wife for his slow love.
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed,
Grits his teeth as he moves between the sheets.
Morgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees.
Excellent!
He doesn't sleep much on account of a terrible pain in his head.
And sometimes Morgan sits up in the loft reading from a book of children's stories.
Now listen
Well I'm not trying to question your decision,
In my opinion
You've made an excellent choice.
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind.
In my head, well, you're just fine
Excellent choice.
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder, sagging eyelids & pocked cheeks,
Intelligent the television buzzes & crackles & preaches
Morgan feels like his family have made a conscious effort to cause him misery.
His taste buds have deserted, sneaking away from his wife's cooking.