
i feel twisted and tortured
transiently remorseless
charted but course less
existentially exhausted
i feel strangled and drained
lethargic and pained
i know it’s all in my brain
but it hurts just the same
i feel the nothing inside
it is in this nothing i ride
i find i tend to slide and glide
in this vicious vacuous vortex where i hide
i feel the side effects of haste
waves after wave of pica flavoured waste
that all too familiar, ferrous taste
there are a quite a few things time won't erase
i feel an enthusiastic depression
a maudlin miasmic succession
a ceaseless self-projected procession
a gift inside a lesson?
i feel a pounding in my skull
all empty and dull
no respite no lull
blank
void
null
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
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Loving it, Brenton, I keep going back to this line: "a maudlin miasmic succession." Why? I dunno; just like saying it out loud.