my thoughts are
wrecking balls
slowly destroying
the parts of me
i cannot face
in the mercurial
surface of my own
reflected dismissal.

i am a vampire
draining the day
of light
in a perpetual
thunderstorm
of acidic malaise.

in this translucent
prison of fundamental
failures of the flesh
i am the warden
the prisoner in
solitary refinement
and the executioner
of hopeless dream
strapped into an
eclectic chair
flipping the switch
as electricity
pulses through
a dirth of impulse
control failings.