Lying down, lethargic
In the soft sofa of thoughts.
Limpness embraces me,
Fed and watered
By restless screens
Shooting hallucinating
Sensory darts.
Will I be able to leave
The jewelry box,
The greasy membrane of comfort ?
Will I be able to see through it all
When the cushions army have gobbled me
In the softness of death ?
Notes & Silence 