little shadow

you don't even know
you don't even know
you don't even know
you don't even fucking know.

there is a seriousness in all this.
tough shit, huh?



old habits to be restored in a few minutes
and in a few minutes everything will be
forever and ever,
an indication that
maybe, just maybe,
my identity will lie in either
door number one
door number two
or door number three.


here she is;
packed fists
blood-shot eyes
trembling voice
broken spirit


welcome back,
dull body.

a mindful of darkness awaits.