Shane Lee Ward- Age: 18

January 25, 2007

Mine Spores

Wrought all over walls are the glowing, illumating, fluorescent mine spores.

Leeching off your decrepit, decaying, stagnant mind.

Your pickaxe in my hand.

Slowly descending into your preparation for a defaced face.

I, the sheer dynamic force that keeps you aflow cease to induce you into barbaric rage,

For now you are a cave man without a club,

And I have a mace.

The mine spores defecating acid gum drops on your exposed mind cleavage.

The ominous, dominating presence being me as a sadistic conscience.

The alterations of the present synchronized time twisting fate when you're already dead.

I have killed you manually. Bare flesh against an unstable dream.

Incinerating the power plant that fuels every muscle and action in your soul, body, and mind once enticing now faded into nihilism.