Something dark and foreboding,
remembrance of the past.
Soliciting seamless aggression,
seemingly at last.

When vagueness eludes,
nothing seems to return.
Memories seem to delude
another chance to learn

What seemed a waterfall
is under mechanical power.
Ideas used to impress themselves,
waterfall’s a shower.

If the river is dried now,
I hope it’ll flood soon.
Sick of monotonous effort,
mind seems out of tune

A killer’s look,
and empty stare.
Convictions not so humble,
question what is fair.