Left to face nothing but
Concrete hell and obscured love...

I don’t believe in enthusiasm
It’s a means created to feed...

Waiting apprehensively for this brutal antagonism...
Why haven’t I conquered this...

These memories of toxic disturbance
Immeasurable morbidity I am forced to breathe...

I flash a ray of uncollected thought
Blazing through the cold unsheltered opaque of...

Collapsing in slow motion
Extending my body until my head disappears...

Reflections of dizzy sickness and merry-go-rounds
She longs to feel alive again...