Erosion

"Erosion" My blood stained eyes hold weary the wear of the day and gaze out to the blur in between my face and the space my eyes are aimed, All the while line after line snorting obscurity straight to my brain hiding amongst despondency hoping the sounds of my muted screams reach somewhere beyond these constructs of mine, I've come to perceive that being and feeling alone is as dark and desperate as six feet below the ground, All that matters seems to fade leaving only irrelevance in the end, So I hang my head back and try to find the little slice of time again where even my pain eventually erodes away.

-Armando Torres