poof.

Feeling the scythe of death scrap by,
Feelling the imprints of love in the mind,
Feelling the sense of poignant loss,
Feeling the relief thats alls not lost.

Trapped, like a mouse in sinking cage,
Mired, in a peet bog filled with putrid waste,
Stuck, like a screw in a square hole,
Crushed, like a rock beneathe a diamond drill.

Senseless sadness, pointless pining,
frustrating futility, useless understandings.
Confusing contradictions, diabolique distractions,
disembowelled dialogues, battered bafflement.