Dysthymic Reign

I exhale towards the valley of souls.
I’m not haunted, I’m the haunter.
My conscience is an impure black hole
That leads to lands of wonders.

Side effects float over me like bees,
I struggle in loathsome being.
Words make me cough, I cry when I see
…With occasional seizures of feelings.

Time stands by and I’m dead but alive
…Crouching in the gloomy corner.
The world’s is too small for my rapturous lies.
¡Claustrophobic doom of borders!

I can’t escape this town, this reign,
For without it I’m somber…
I fought my fear from inside veins
And ended up in this thunder.

Mayo 2010
SAG