i am just
an electrical
spirit haunting
a failing form
of decaying meat
forcefed stimuli
i cannot quite
trust while
flushed with
chemicals in
all the wrong doses
searching for
another damned
ghost locked in
the same doom
with whom to
slowly rot together.

instead i scream
inside the confines
of an ivory inlaided
tomb built to the
specifications of a
drunken architect
and baked in a womb
bereft of warmth
to stumble half blind
following a map drawn
devoid of directions
toward nothing more
than an inevitable ache.