Episodic
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

Delinquent thoughts through narrowed paths
Enshroud me in their gloom.
Encumbered with their potent wrath
I know that I am doomed.
Rising high with engine tuned
I’m forced into a slumber.
Perception gone and memory lost
Lives endlessly torn asunder.
I wake not knowing what I’ve done
The price I have to pay
For racing thoughts and quickened speech
If only NOT this way.
Remind me not of what I’ve said
A courtesy they grant.
Yet fear of sepulchres made
From words I know I rant.
Dipping low, then engine stalled
I’m only just a number.
Distracted notions of the past
Time fruitlessly spent deep under.
I sleep yet know what I have done
In which I have no say
For neutered nights with sibilant speech
It’s EVER just this way.
