An abandoned factory shimmers in and out of my mind. Irony is to know nothing can destroy you, only to be destroyed by nothing. I suffer now ten kinds of pain. My sorrow in not sorrow alone. For I have lost all control.
Emotions flow flooding river.
I can no longer focus my thoughts. My mind swims in an ocean of you. Don't want to believe this nor that. I suffer the fires burn with anger. But they burn futilely expressed only here.