caustic as my dreams of late
as your untrue whistling into my fearsome silence
as the steady erosion of last year's providence
as the death i will not now witness
despite my willingness, yes even despite that.

angry as the thoughts that now invade
my sleep, my frustrated breath, my nothingness
the rage of powerlessness
the vandals need to pull something down
frustrated, small, castrated song.

tired as the relentless break
of empty solutions upon my mind
is it, was it ever my mind?
the rabid consumption of my willingness
conformity, your cruel weight is just too strong.