Confusion in a half second existence
Thriving in an insomniatic trance for shrapnel
Wounds with out a marrow-like image of perfection
To carve the sunrise into their chests with a dull ball point pen
Ketamine cocktails familiar like a placental abortion of footsteps leak
Away from prosthetic enumerated screams laden with fixed eyes of autumn trees
Words hung from sentences
To describe my ambitions or my desire
To show people my statement-less thoughts of this picture
