I am hot and angry Lost somewhere between crying and screaming. I seek something to break To fling a jar hard and Watch its crystalline shine shatter With this exile as I Slowly dissolve into a pile of bones Cracked without hope. I thought myself strong and so I am as my will keeps me…

The truth is… Very little has changed day to day; they are still empty, the rooms are still empty, the soul is still empty; alone in a home, no bother for even light, save what pierces the tightly shuttered blinds, preoccupied in the darkness by a broken record, and the aged dust that collects on…