One of those days
when you'd rather not be.
A back decorated with knives
No one else can see.

A hunger begs to be sated.
Though food seems so over-rated.

When a hand in the lap
seems less appealing
then a long, endless nap

And sleep will not come
with the bridge being so shallow
so onward you plod
with all that is unhallow.

Starchitin

A severed gnomish hand crawls in on its fingertips and makes a rude gesture before quickly decaying and rotting into dust. A gust of wind quickly scatters the dust.