Crashing just before the third and fourth shattering
sound, growing pale dying an inch away from your
feet; I snorted solipsist lines to feel mystical and not
ímythological in your eyes.
Now, I can't endure sunlight, it only makes me feel †
empty, accentuating all that is broken, diseased, and
conditioned. I held so much weight inside my mouth.
You let me die a hollowed soul that was born then
annihilated from yours.
You failed me.