"maybe this world is another planet's hell"
the days blend into each other.
a concatenation of time,
space,
and silence.
with an exorbitant sigh
i stare at emptiness
down the barrel of the cold, barren field.
it winks at me.
the calamities of pain
stay hidden amid the howling whisper of the wind.
veiled dissatisfaction breeds desire;
thoughts stained with deceit,
actions dripping with denial.
i venture with courage,
drawn by sweet nothings.
a haughty melody
teases my tortured imagination.
an endless search for an ending,
a motley assortment of lies.
traipsing across the minefield,
racing around a star.