How much inspiration-
In a desolate world
Has been given out
By corporate masses?

Picked up the phone
Just to call you
...
Why?
Even a lock has transparency.

Easy as pie?
Harder than fudge.
Difficult to come by:
A judge with no grudge

Struck down by time
Perfunctory
We all chase the days away
While begging for more

Tears
In your eyes
I'm not a bad man
I can only be
Just a man
Broken, but moving forward

Onto a beam of light; I collided
Large impact
Devoid of pain?
Interesting.
Like the flash of lightning
A being stood before me
Hunched over
With tired eyes
Highlighted by malice
Familiar, yet otherwordly
As if it were a busy subway tram--
The Lighter barreled toward me
With one hand
I grabbed it
It wanted to dance
Soon, I grew bored
The rhythm of the Lighter
Took it off, toward the edge
The Lighter had fallen.

Falling
Into the depths
A pitch-black void
Covered in a thin veil of static
Noiseless
Yet defeating in silence
In the distance-
Silhouettes
Falling as I am...
...where am I?