Slowly it fills to a point
that I cannot stop, the screaming
the cries, the light dissipates
to a low dull throbbingturning blindly
I keep stumbling sideways and forth
jerky motions with no purposethe acid spills from my lips
drips cross my chin and chest
eats its way though my heartin the raw red light
I watch my palms bleed
red snaking a short life-lineits not so much I want it this way
I just find that it has become what I know
and realizing that I know very littleafter all
theres a quiet yellow beauty
when one realizes
that they've had enough.