Nightime dreams caught in a softened web.
The beetles writhe within lost nightmares.
Lost time, longing for the dawn.
Awake so empty, no moon, the twilight will never come.
Walk away, left another empty well.
To fall in, broken nails, slowly sinking.
Bright screen flickering, random images.
Blank stares, torn heart, lost clothes.
Stumbling in the rain, dark alley, whiskey breath.
Tears tear the fabric, The silken mirage of life torn lies.
No more looking up on the past for answers for the future.
The past has dried up with the rain.
Standing naked in pure distress, arms stretched wide.
Screaming "HELP ME"! All who would help are in hiding.
This ash I have become, blown into dark motes.
Settled within this eight by eight cell.
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