A desert envelopes my body, licks my blackened heart with a stamp and sends me 3rd class to a sealed dimension.

Second thoughts seize me; I escape from one hell into the next, a true dystopia for the true believers.

Cynicism is a crime, a payable fee and a death sentence, a futile oxymoron for the livid.

Down an alley, a tear full of dreams rolls down and onto a homeless thought.

The rope swings like a child on forbidden ecstasy, hissing like a serpent.

I always thought being idiotic was a religion until I converted.

Salvation is your friend and your enemy.

Maggots release me.

God watches.

Obscurity.