The tribal drums beat wildly
as the acid seeps and creeps within a memory...

It's growing, developing
like a cancer...

You walk through the fluorescence, turning
a corner to find a brown box on the floor...

Today I was painting a picture, shading it
with cool blues and the easings...

Today while thinking—stumbling
Outside the box—I found myself...

The sunshine is lost and
I haven't seen you for days...

Work hard, stay in school
dye your soul...

Memories of a distant past
endless seas which r unsurpassed...

I once knew what i wanted
and thought that i had to have it...

Sole thoughts plagued with the rot of your remains
more lost, but left impressions of bitter disdain...

A bitter train of thought
a little bit distraught...

And as the shivering woman looks down
with broken heart and broken spirit...