Every stumble
Every heartache
Every pain
Every frustration
Every disappointment
Every aspect of waking in the morning
With the repulsive taste of gall in my mouth
Leads me to a forest of bleakness
Builds inside of me a bastion of insouciance
That protects me from the bitter barbs
Of emotional constraints
That prevent me from drowning my mind
In the empty void of null
This flesh is a prison for my mind
Let me destroy it.
Let it become nurturing soil.