living with a stranger,
blind to the destruction
deaf to the cries for help
lost within the
rain
pouring down in sheets; consuming me
no longer whole
but a hole. Empty and incomplete,
you stare
wondering
contemplating
I yell nonsense excuses, and the
cycle, it continues,
always.
Money flying
cigarettes burning
flesh departing
food untouched
and sex,
hollow and mechanical. one-night
of mediocrity for a thousand of regret.
my shadow is embarrassed, and reflection looking
less like anything I can recognize.
haunted and sleep-deprived.
questioning existence, relevance;
the sign is approaching at an intense speed
tauntingly, it says
'dead end', and a settlement is
being reached.
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