You shouldn't trust my thoughts.
They're beautifully arranged,
but their intent is too dismal

You’ll follow them down,
take notes and listen close
only to be pulled in

But don’t worry!

The antidote is numbing
and soothing, like crackling embers
behind freezing hands

Slow time and unwind,
while your brain resembles
the grease stain on your shirt

Your trivial mind, tribulations,
and trials are silenced,
but only for the time being

My somber mind is paused
And I’m afraid for you when it resumes.