I am going to hurt
I am going to hurt real bad
Until every single bone in my body is broken
I am going to scream
Scream until I lose my voice
Or scream until I lose my mind
The days are long, hot, and maddening,
the nights cloudy, starless, and sultry.
Sleep withheld behind a heavy dark veil.
Spirit weary in its empty aloneness.
Fleeting visions from happier times,
refuse to project, on the silver screen within.
Joy from dust-covered chapters, dissolves in decay,
upon the sagging shelves of remembrance.