The Most Familiar/Dreaded Sight In My World

and all i see are bare walls

white clouds blind me

white clouds blind me 10/12/15

only bare walls, once again, all i see




a blank canvas comes to light as i spin all alone

no beginning

no end

always white shrieking–

lacking fulfillment

a soul always shrieking–

low-lit empty hollows

always, i am shrieking–

starting over again?


my industrial heart cannot be painted anew

he tries anyway

whitewashing my life with the salt from my tears

he still tries


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