He took the first piece.
Then, incensed, I snarled, with open nostrils...

Shine
Struck...

I am trying to
I try to say...

Loneliness is like a savage wolf
It hunts and gnarls...

I look down at myself
Lying on the floor...

I walked along the withered path
Towards a place of no return...

On a pedestal perches a penitent soul
In front of an imposing multitude of people...

A drop of the stomach, like a falling anchor...
A rock, sitting there, growing slowly into a...

Sometimes a black shade comes over me
Sucking me into a crooked circle of cynicism...

Dreaming of multiple outcomes
All of them end up the same...

Now
I lie here under the covers...

Water
Drags me down...