my favorite color
is
complete

darkness.

my favorite sound
is
utter

silence.

it is just another
in long series
of failings
i have managed to
cultivate
in the dirt
beneath my

fingernails.

so
when i
descend
into another spiral
of madness
unwilling
to face the
light
of another
vacant
day.

pretend
i am pursuing
my

goals.

they are
wrapped
in barbed wire
sitting in an
alcove
five feet
from boiling lava
in the volcano
of once upon a

times.

it isn’t so much
giving in
to the
endless
blistering
winds
of agonized
understanding.

it is just
giving up
on anything different
as an
alternative.