When time

stopped waiting,

I felt frantic and alone.

Chaos wrapped

my inner voice,

as I fell and

broke my bones.

Oddly I remember

what it is to be haunted.

To be a stranger,

in the stranger times,

of misery unwanted.

Symphonies of meat,

always screaming

in my brain.

It’s no wonder that

I know what it’s like,

to go almost insane...

-HMG