cry through explanation.
don’t but do
and loose by winning
the ticking race of chronology.
She knows but doesn’t tell.
instead, breaks down.
A scream that looses some
and rejects them all.
count your fingers.
count your fingers
and don’t tell.
Because it won’t end.
it never ends.
tunnels of nothing barrel through
the pain and anguish,
monsters attack
the vision of a world
that seems artificial.
lights masquerade as hope
but bring a crash landing reality
destruction of the soul.
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