Amidst the wreckage wheels spin in place The billowing smoke it suffocates It's just a nightmare Or at least that's what I'll say So close your eyes and just drift away
In nonbeing maybe you'll feel whole When reality doesn't even seem real anymore & Your dreams and hopes they wash ashore Distorted and morphed, my amour in the morgue
An old excerpt I omitted from one of my old poems I just rediscovered.