Push and pull, bend and break,
Sunspots pulsing; tunnel vision collapse.
I violently recoil and realize I'm still awake,
Daylight recollections of lifetimes long past.
And then comes the night...
No moon and no stars,
Just my world decaying behind mental bars.
Visions of a spherical life,
Distorting down into a single dimension:
Permanent despair.
Bitter solace in solitude.
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon