One of my bad days

Day after day,
Love turns grey,
Like the skin of a dying man.

And night after night,
We pretend its all right,
But I have grown older,
And you have grown colder,
And nothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel
One of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

(start destroying a hotel room)

Don’t look so frightened,
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.

(Every year I have a day or two where I go to the dark side, and these lyrics from the Pink Floyd song “One of My Turns” describes the feelings of those days very well. February 5, 2020, turned into one of those days.)