When death comes to visit…

…I always say, “You’ve got the wrong address.”

Nobody knows….

….I’m dead……

…. inside.

No eggs…

….on me.

Who are these people….

…………..

Deadly disguise

Is this some sort of…

… metamorphosis.

Or just a bunch of twigs.

Pack me away…

…..and get me out of here.

Faces ……..

…in the street.

Well, I see them.