It's one of those                                          
Dismal days                                                             ­       
I don't wish to leave
My space
Not even
To eat or                          
Drink anything
The worst part
Of those
Dismal days
Is nothing
Ever feels
Right or wrong
Or horrific
You turn
Sick of Repetitive
Pedals cycling
You
Fight suffocating hands
Who steal any
Sanity the mind
Has
Desperately
Salvaged
As you tell
The whole ****                      
World to
*******
in
Spitballs
Of
Fire.