Ringer

when i feel
that faint vibration

hearken from forsaken nature

sudden darkness

terror sheer

arrest my person

ominous
are pending horrors

worse than that

unwitting silence

whispered cancer

spitting death

no
i will not
ever answer

there’s no need
to leave a message

you can presage your doom
elsewhere

sorry
but i’m home right now

organizing my states
of displeasure

measuring this misery

calculating the conditions
of my systematic masochism

not so much

in truth
i am detached
from each day

dreaming up
ideals to upload

fervent feels
erode my station

distantly
a life awaits

grant me
for one fleeting moment

anything
but what i am

maybe i can find the beauty
through its bastardized facade

pass it off
in profane pennings

god
i hope this all will end

one would think
decisions
of this magnitude

would prelude
such deserved fate

[pictured: Viktor Tsoi]