I'm very self aware with no control of my own body and these shades keep getting deeper but my heart just won't stop throbbing the ties were cut I'm wearing thin drowning in these final chapters each paragraph transcribes me as the slave and though the spayed and lonely master wont respect my mind my heart subsides to dwindle in the light I'm suicidal coinciding with my afternoon delight this is a test I'm pouring openly like gaskets from the vessel dead mechanical hands twist up the shape of dried up castles in the sand my tired eyes can see the outline of a deserted shape on top of me her eyes were slate grey and her nails were dug up inside of me the name is unimportant but her face wont be the last time that I see her only 3 words to connect her with my past just another time around the block another open door the shimmered glass is spread out like ashes in a star pattern on the floor so speak in tongues and pray to Gods in hopes you'll never have to be the desperate man that i've become devoid of all my hopes and dreams. ****.