There is desolation
As I look into eyes glazed over
From the agony of your pessimistic
Dementia
You do not see that it is my torment
You thrive upon
I am all
Your sick reality revolves around

Your eyes again glaze over
Your lips quiver
You melt into oblivion
And I send you down
Down
Down
Down

You are nothing more than
A mere grain of sand
On an isolated beach
Stuck in an unending cycle
Of self-destruction.

© Crystal S. McDonald.