Conscience dreams and Memories Collide.
Yet they do not coincide.
They're intertwined with innocence and
a blatant
hollowness
of despair.
Without a humble care.
and I am
hollow.
IamHollow.
Ambitions fade to selfish-instant-gratifications.
gliding steady on the fast track of yet another one way train.

This is not my destination..it's a foreign infestation.
a perpetual unattainable speed that envelopes
as the atmosphere develops.
a dizzy array of colors
and lights
and
madness.

nausea.

and I can't discern,
the steps I took to board.
and I've no concern,
for this double edged sword.

Complacent ideologies and dogmas seep into
the air that fills my lungs and gives my soul it's breaking cue.
oxygen is ceasing..
hollowness increasing..
vio lent ly
these lungs collapse inside my chest.
and though faithless
I
am.

yet again.
You give me rest.