coma of the non-medical kind

The promise of a sterile tomorrow that holds no promise

The frustrating certainty of trusted certainty

Squishy brain mass squelched by Prozac doses of ennui

Seeking lobotomical relief

A heart devoid of soul and a soul devoid of spirit

Days of a monotonous hell that hath no fury

Reserved for a madwoman’s scorn

A hell of vacuous vaccum

Dusty morning walks to purgatory, seeking salvation

Slacking off in purgatory

The senses sung to sleep by the collective lullaby of potent moronic babble

Finding hara-kiri-like kinship in listlessness

Shuffling about in sparkling new shoes with rusted needles that poke

The feet that don’t want to walk, that want to bathe in dehydrating turpentine

Loud voices and acrid smells float about with an iron baton of doom

Waiting to swipe out of the slightest smidge of life essence

Karma has left the building

Caffeinated grey cells feed the imagination

Fed unto nasty obesity

Tears add salt to the wound

They dry up before you can feel them with your disgustingly unsullied finger

Doused out by clouds of poisonous sedation

Dreams die before birth, before conception, before lovemaking

Goals kicked out silently expanding French windows

Desire, a maggot-wrapped package

Emotion…

The lack thereof