I have returned
To these endless white halls
To the fury of myself
Dissolved and solemn

To the torment I impose
In the bright blaring day
To the vengeance I’ve sown
In the hearts of true friends

I have earned the great mist
Where a stillness
May siphon my strength
And drag every word from my mind

Where I’ll wheel in sheer panic
And carve through the muck
In a motionless rut
As I waver, obscene