Anhedonia

These night draping clouds falling down

Perennial vision shedding skin 

Auxillary dampens decating rounds  

Anhedonia 

Stretching along the things

Which once raised a brow.

Propitiation, 

Offering room to unfurl a brow

Recollections that at last bore 

From the sleepless yesterdays 

Once grown recluse in looming grief

There is nothing from you in me

Turning enemy with the you in me. 

Days turn yellow, into brown

Abnegation peaks 

From a thinking spine

And in these lines,

The loathing commands

A body count.

It arrives.

Rolling over mountains onto your town. 

A violent haste, 

Increasing the wait

Curdling the howl,

The sirens shape 

An inevitable sound.

Tired and Ache

With dissonance of the crowd..

Burned my bridges, 

I taught me how to burn the ground.

Reinforcement.

My best dreams, are shutting you out.