What went before the vision
was the consequential halt of hope
  and the affirmed afterthoughts force doors once
    alive to slam
   into killed spirits and for this truth I am cold
      angry and in hate
    of what once was a dream
of grandeur
and fortune
     It's delirious all I can fathom
or incorporate the clocks
       tick tocking
  to heathen images each leaves a vast array
  of the torture that my desperate life truly is