i found myself
peering inside
a thin slit of mentality
of my endless mind
a dark, dreary place
no better than the physicality
of my brittle life
for there is nothing worth living for
as no faith has been founded
within my empty heart
peeking within
i cringe quickly
squeezing my eyes shut
so all i imagine
are the imprinted photographs
upon my black eyelids
each picture shifting
with every mental blink
like slow lightning
striking dead trees;
i open my eyes
to the warm breath
of a vermilion sunrise
only to find
i've been living
inside my brain
where i have hidden
the earth
in this mental attic