Dead
I stare
Blackened eyes
Unfocused
bleary
Into infinite pixelated
plastic partitioned rooms
swirling against
an evil economic backdrop
Scripts written in blood
Where all lines are throw away ones
I reach
Out to them
Something stops me
Trancendentally
Medititating on chaos
Contemplating anarchy
Calmly
Decisively
Painting my symbol
On the back of nothing
Creating my own non existence
Using crayons instead of blood
I write into the void
One by one
the words drop
useless
One by one the words drop
Dead

to be sure.

nice...again

another good write

Thank You..WILL

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hugs ((( Will )))))