the days merge together in an eclipse of incoherency
extending and twisting around morbid afterthoughts
to haul the sprits from their guilt stained sanctuaries

magnets pull, and spin in rapid grey blurs of addiction
severing through loyalties and broken senses of entitlement
needles shine, refusing to inject reflections into dead skin

rows of machines speak in deafening syllables of three
poisoning recovery with scarlet intoxicants of torment
fragile layers of skin jolt, and expire into the overcast sky.