And the Smoke drifted so Lazily
I bang my head bloodily against the wall.
Decisive, and oriented again.
Flesh flies with authority,
The pain rips and freshens disdained reality.
It’s constitution, ethics,
Warped through agony,
And self-disapproving likeness.
The elder side of me destroyed,
Just another, vengeful, hating one.
There is no escaping…
As smoke drifts and falls,
I soon do follow.