Why ?

My beating is millfragmented
My thought bundle malspun

Dark weight blocks these light-seers
Seeing only backward-bended years.

And this dark weight fills my ears
So I only believe the sounds within
Flushing through me like faeces.

-  A self-made deaf-mute.
My expression trapped in an anachronism of me.


This is why the mist inside me condenses through my heavy eyes.