Toxic tender touches
Trail across these buttons slowly.

(Am I awake?)

And these poisons that slip
Down our throats,
Into our minds
And crawl through our jeans
Seem like they’re all we have.

(When really, there’s so much more.)

Clink, she speaks to you,
A tender kiss of a friendly lover;
Mindless melancholy madly driven
Out the window of your mind.

(As it melts away.)

And these words begin to
Trip over themselves,
(Step, sway, fall to the
Ground that reeks of
Emptiness.)

Spew a spray of solidarity
(Because you’re lost within your own world,
One that crumbles beneath your feet
And grows cobwebs at the edges.)

And when you collapse to the floor,
An empty heap of empty stomachs and an
Empty heart,
All you can do is ask...

...was it worth it?