- No Bottom

12th floor bunker
Littered with crushing violet.
Specters of the living exist in my mind.
Cloudy flashes against this morning's sorrow.

Shove needles in my ears
Because they're clogged with lies.
Cricket stalkers echo continual screams,
Insignificance of my life.

Borderlines whisper, "You've
Fallen - into your own trap."
Patiently sitting, staring,
Waiting for the sun to swallow us whole.