Redacted and turned over


Need another dissection

A new direction

In my old ways

Long daze

Time feels short

In this existential court

Wandering the societal maze

Never ceases to amaze

How lost I can be

Attached to a string

Dancing for puppets

Cheering to absentia

Deep within the masters labrynth

Seeping in the stale air

No cares

I look out

To see the outside looking in

No one cares

Tempting me further in

Far out

Deep within in

Hiding in a shell

Dwelling in my personal hell

I hear the sinner bell

Time for dinner