The Muted Light

Beneath sheets of linen, white like snow, you'll find decaying morals glowing
in fluorescent lighting. Holes like kick-balls afflict my thoughts and pride. I
know you're not listening to the sounds of a hysterical conscience pleading
with a vessel that's bleeding and drifting off course. Of course I'm happy
being empty (being empty).

I'm contented to know I'm one of so many trampled
victims. There's strength in numbers this excessive. Chest-deep in regression,
it's better to be on the team than to trek the world alone.

Long since
discarded, cast aside like a piece of copper. I hear you're doing pretty good
for yourself. I'm glad to hear that someone is. I'll fix me. I promise for your
sake, at least. I promise for your sake.

I'm contented to know I'm one of so
many trampled victims. There's strength in numbers this excessive. Chest-deep
in regression, it's better to be on the team than to trek the world
alone.

My AD&D policy indicates that falling from this cliff would be a
lucrative endeavor. So shove me.