It'll be as it was as it always is In a blink of an eye a mixture of melancholy, anxiety and apathy that stunts that corrupts every thought I've had and ever will have into vile screeching vultures that circle around doves escaping inaction
And they spiral moving in ellipses that eclipse new moons squeezing and wringing every last drop of motivation out of my weeping soul In a flutter of an eye the days bleed and scream into one another till it is but one mare In a starless night