I know nothing,

I know nothing,

Less than the hole in my head

Where blood leaks

Out

Through my fingers.

In my dream

The bullet does not miss

There are no lies

Life is misdirection

It happens

Without any help from us.

I hinder its progress

The essence of it

Pure and simple

Latent beliefs

Saddled with me.

Entrenched

In waking

Silvered in glass

Locked in profile

Begrudged by my own opinion

Cut down by my hand

Before the truth

Of revelation

Brought it to a close.

Soiled sheets

Unmade thoughts

Forgotten reminders

Lined up on the sideboard

Sharp objects

Locked away

Never needed

Until they are.

There is no hope

Of respite from this capture

It is pervasive

A vision of Arcadia

Seeps into my realm

Ancient days

Ancient ways

Upon which dreams

Once were made

Resolution of sorts

Morning wars.

The siege

Of permanence

Trojan horses stampede

Through my brain

The invasion of civility

The wreck of my

Delusion

Life

Is no escape