"I am the designer of my own catastrophe..." |
Twelve strikes chime in under the chaos of stars,
our crescent moon smiling down...
Should I meditate?
Should I medicate...
Hyperventilate.
H-y-p-e-r...
Eroding in thoughts,
decaying of the mind...
Under haunted skies,
another sleepless night...
Stretch for that thread,
tug on it for assistance...