the wind slices
icy daggers drawing
lines of crimson
hoarfrost masking
the exhaustion on
the face of the
energizer idiot
drifting across the
frozen heart of texas

an unhealthy balance
of pills to lift me
and pills to bring me
back down again with
incomprehensible sadness
pelting down in sharp
crystals of icy disdain

it is one thing when
my brain scream out how
i will never be enough
it doesn’t help much
when the world nods along
doing its best to remind
a fool he is nothing
pantomiming routines
because everything seems
so utterly fucking pointless