random play
has decided upon
a series of
overdoses and
suicides to
serenade a fool
ruminating on
an exit strategy

what is left
to be written
which hasn’t been
composed by
someone far more
talented about
these things
i was never
meant to experience
the invisible man
scriblling lies
to trick the world
into seeing anything
except a silhouette
lacking true depth
a reflection of
the innate ugliness
infecting the globe