8/23/11

Trainwreck.

I can't gather internal order when inside there's war
The management, the workers, can't run this machine
Too many coals, not enough water
This is mental anarchy
The schism of my soul
Within this chaos momentum is gained
Death denies delusion or doubt as an excuse
Derailed and destroyed; What remains of the train.
Helpless and in shock; My belittled, beached brain.

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