White walls
white halls,
Hospital or
Residence hall?

Screaming, crying,
moaning -
All echo from
each room.

What is perfection
other than a reflection
of desires accompanied
by petty blindness
to the off-color hues?

I feel a criminal -
For the dynamic intrusion of existing by myself forced upon this nature - conqueror ****** the child of his first **** -

But the sky shines,
splaying us with light
so we may live.