I held myself up,
just like any other day...
The time that I felt something,
Was a cloud of childhood mumbling...
I kept losing myself
In what I thought was love...
Spoken in barely a whisper
The walls began to crumble...
There seems to be something odd,
A twitch of a branch, and indentation in the sod...
I’m distantly absorbed,
commuting...
Resist it.
Market coercion...
Blind slime abrasion.
Your unwelcome fruiting bodies...
Crashing through the gates of the mind...
This decaying mezzanine
rusted and green...
The caverns that hold
My depression...
"How many vicodin must be swallowed
To ease the pain inside this void...