2018

Lethargy haunts me. Like a still sea. I twist not free. Curious were I be. Gray matter lashes. Within inside eyes. Tearing rigid flashes. The fuck it fries. Just fuck it. Let it go. Of fuck it. I’m fried. Fuck it fries. Fire fries.

Words Written about June/July of 2009 context lost with frustration my own head untimely frustrated internally tortured head fucked inside out? awake to a sleeping lie hate this but love it want her later but now my head battles no escaping the folds of gray brain. torn ripped folds of gray mind fucked to battle…

I open my eyes… …and see my soul has died. I look upon and can’t help but wonder why? and I scream inside… …as the life I had dies. and the darkness it holds… …any friends I could call home. I open my eyes… …the setting sun I see.