I tremble at the thought of what I've become

That sorry proud image in puddles leaves me crying rivers

These tender words are muted by the stench of life

Long before they could ever reach your ears.

You relate to mere echoes of what never stops but in my mind.

Entrails of truth left to scatter at the feet of humanity.

Plain sight leaves sour taste in this parched mouth.

Remain stricken with doubt 

As I exchange pounds with those who remind me what I was

And confine me to chains with my blood.

  


I wonder if I will ever shed this feeling

Worn grotesque physical whose voice provokes wonderment.

Smooth violet light briefly eases the hardened sounds from belly of mechanical beast

And then itself is extinguished.

As will be my voice I suppose.

From this silence arose a wail of freedom through violence.

Am I permitted to vent thoughts recited a million times before?

Fluid drenched I eavesdrop onto Middle America

Same concerns as my youthful blood

And yet I have to sit alone.

The odd loud screech which may have startled a few from this middle poor Americana dream.

The rest only to sleep.

My speech the soundtrack to their nightmares.

Moonlight, once again

Burns my image, once again

A million times, into a million minds,

Through crust caked eyes

Who only pray to die...

Once again.

  


There is no remedy to my sickness.

Vivid view of nothing that was ever here.

Witness the subtle shifting of troubled souls towards a new mark in this wet sand.

Enjoy the bland mundane circumstance that led us to this staring match.

Breathe deep within my own collapse.

  


Ruin it, Ruin them, Ruin yourself.