“Hell!”
sick and tired
of being sick in this tiresome
its madness personified
and s/he/it looks just like me
on a good day
otherwise
total thievery & tomfoolery
abounds
in the night & day,
24/7,
on this endless eve
b4
the end
to civilization
its marvelous mundanity
excruciating
domestic blitzed
in an infinite cycle
of insignificance
where all prepaid plans
are
gone
baby
gone
to stay
far out from
the sound of silence
white noise
to these
ears
hear no evil
nor say it
yet see it too,
haunted by the past
refusing to live, now,
fully
in
despair
unbearable knowledge
of the self
shifts
from the real
to this realm,
call it,
“Hell!”