Haunted house from twisted gateway mind
horrifying vision too close by
mental stratosphere too far off
hallucinating reality bitter and down
descending further than the melancholic song that’s
until it’s all over
and the withering begins
like an emaciated heroin addict deprived from their fix.
Umbrellas left outside with only wires in the rain;
window view crying with it’s inside pain.
The future cradles death closer than
the past pushes life away.
…and If I see today?
I’m just blind with disdain.