One’s been confused and confined courageously to this hospital bed built of wrecking-ball dreams
Crawling these corridor-ed walls at brutalized pace: these angered, agitated, conscientiously incorrect people of slow-witted pandemonium!!
Indeed, a mischievous “who-dun-nit”, a “who’s-who” of undeniable scattercrashing’s and mixed-up emotions- Swimming somewhere lividly between: fine, fucked-up and UTTERLY, contrarily, downright irreparably… dissociative AGAIN.
And, somehow… st-ILL standing
than never quite witnessed before!
Their every single and seething angle of brain left tattered, torn and taciturn by nature… …
With his upsidedown smile mightily maligned, his mind marvelously mutilated, demotivated and painfully breaking… …
Yet, furthermore st-ILL, broken and to a p-a-r-a-l-y-z-i-n-g point of impatiently waiting condemnation.
As, inside of this singular pill will stILL sit his t-i-l-t-e-d landscape of decimating dreams- begging. to. be. fully realized for now and dipped in wide-awake water, which may as well have been dipped in acidic pre-awareness this time.