Shall not I see the depth of your indifference,the desert sun suckling the buoyancy from my brow.
Will the foggy haze of impulsiveness extract its portion some how.
Silence sweeping over an intolerant will, then a gasp for air before the kill.
These thoughts rambling through my woeful mind, this dejected spirit now running out of time
Volatile visions triggering my inhumane decision, the corruption of my soul as this story unfolds.