All is grayness
Like spider silk made mist...

Pain seeps in
Drip, dribble...

Molten lava, burning sun
Darkest night, cold and bleak...

Bright fire, glowing glass
Blowing spheres and strings...

Branches sway
In harshest winds...

I am a soldier
I do what I'm told...

Fluffy, floating on a breeze
Like petal wings of the softest moth...

Lying awake
Thoughts scatter like roaches...

Diving through layers of emptiness
I fly upon wings of nothingness...

I watch the blood spill on the floor
The same red color as before...

Meandering with purpose
Mall full of slackers...

Like long cat claws
Memories pounce...