Blandness soaks this darkest field,
ahead of time, my pain is sealed.
My breath is cold and faces me,
as pale as snow, wild and free.
I spin with speed, expecting ‘it’,
but nothing’s there… that’s worse than ‘it’.
More waiting comes, and torture too,
cue the immense mental skew.
Through every neuron, and synaptic cleft,
the impulse shoots, the mighty theft.
Unfairness runs true, my mind is stolen...
My utility, broken… My confidence… Fallen.
When will it come, all spiteful and cruel?
I’m sick of being the ultimate fool.
Kill me now; I hate your soul,
You murdered my rise, and caused my fall…