Tuesday, September 25, 2007

From the highest places,
Wanting nothing.

I don't need you to understand;
Your insignificance in this is understated.
Look in the mirror

Guilty apathy ebbs and flows,
Again and again,
The endless, painful force of everything, something.

Spiraling? Anything?
Can you feel pain?
The spinning increases to a fever pitch.
Vomit splatters all over the ugly face of Reality.

Fuck off