Shane W.- Age: 21

25 September 2009

Waltzing With Wolves In The Solace Lake

I used to find solace in happiness,
But now I only find solace in silence.

Dead trees; dead air; cracks in the riverbed,
And arid lakes laugh as the sun howls.

The shortest of breaths weeping for attention,
And to show my unfathomable misfortune I go without weeping.

A constant grimace is plastered on my face.
Unknown, unabated velocity has fucked my face.

Withering into the ground I ve become nothing,
So far as to say statutory rape is legalized for all, but not for me.

No more discontent; no more living.
Just a wondering automata. Aimless.

Converging with all. Fusing emotions and apathy.
Lethargy takes over, and I fall asleep. The birds wear masks.

This mass circuitry has dissolved to the core. Rotting ring worms gut me with their hooks.
I tread upon the elements of the earth, and stoke the ashes of my life s reign.

Further down the spiral I go, into the unknown. Into darkness.
Viscous, molten lava melts the ice that becomes bitter through time.

Cryogenic time chamber is where I stand. As the wolves waltz stupidly on the outside,
I find solace in the dried lake; my mind aloof and a warm breeze befuddles me.

The tertiary layers have implemented their tridents. A mother governs and cradles her pistol revolver.
I, on the other hand, am the antithesis of them. I, on the other hand, am only doing a disservice to myself.

These fucking sycophants; they do their job. I can t, for I am inept.
INEPT INEPT INEPT INEPT INEPT INEPT INEPT INEPT.