I Miss You

I am still going to lose what is left of my mind,

As I squirm and shiver through this makeshift tunnel that has completely enveloped the entire world.
There is panic and screaming inside of it.
There are no outsides.
There are no insides for me or anyone...

You show signs of discomfort and confusion.
Stalking around bedposts and trying so hard to fall asleep
and there is no making it there.
It is because of the vague little voices sweeping the ground of its colours
Wiping away anything that could possibly resemble the hope of getting that way.
Like an ancient relic it is hidden away with all of your insight

Mass weaponry.
War zones.
The depth of field,
Sprawled out across the lines and willing to take all of the punches.
At least something will.
Some form of third world Christ vision.
Seeing right through the places we have come to own.
The places we have forced to become our homes
and coffee shops
and museums
and mausoleums
Our scapegoats.


Nobody can find the fun anymore
I miss you.
I have been missing you,
but we must all go out, hangout, and become things.

Desire.
Want.

Does nobody find it funny that we all resemble animals?