there is this stench
hanging over me
I can't ignore the smell
for too much longer
it looks like
a shifting
dark vibration
ever moving
quaking and reverberating
a collection of
excitable flies
gathering together
to feast on the entrails
of my mind's failed operations
the buzzing gets louder still
almost unbearable to withstand
now it's starting to
shoot through my conscience
I can feel
the little insects
as they conspire
and mutate as one
a battle lies ahead
waiting to unravel, dormant
in the swaying green
that surrounds
like a sweet illusion of peace
ready to strike
and pounce upon
unassuming pockets
of hope and tranquillity
which rest in nearby lagoons
the battle is soon to be underway
I can feel it
feel it lurking
on the fringes of my morale
as it begins to intoxicate me
the sour starchiness
of tainted dreams
dissolved
within ashen clouds
I think
as I allow myself to be consumed
I think
I am beginning to get drunk
on my own
complicity.