Open for business
And not much else
There's always a betrayal
Of virtue and apathy
Just one pleasurable stroke of
Nothingness...
Subdued emotion, trapped at
The "Someone's Arrived" bell
Haven't I heard it before?
One who dreams...
Perhaps dreamt too much.
So use your thrusting pen
To write a painful
Song and
Close my eyes...
To lapse into a
State of non-being.
What a word!
What am I committing?
(my mind)
I was along the lines of...
...never mind...
Intentions were for
No matter.
Fifty years more of
Elfin tears
Won't prevent
Dreams from
Coming
**** flight
Tears close up shop
And make an excruciating entrance
Exit
Here,
Please. Now.

What a suicide
Of thought.
Wasn't this supposed to be
Enjoyable?