Mind Virus
Grasp at streaking fire fragments to feel.
Power of the mind a livid mania.
Instead life busies itself spinning train wheels.
Grinding against the steel decay dull ideas.
People of the village want to see ya.
Alone in your palace of icy hate.
Dry ducts refuse to gush your saline tears.
Lack of motivation the embalmed traits.
Host of spirits soaring over tired freights.
Glance out the window peer propaganda.
Notifying pixels proliferate.
Too much distortion jeering companions.
What restrains your heart from benevolence?
A fright perspiration of tense nonsense.