Staring at my bedroom window, I stared into myself. My translucent image appears a relic of my ill-fated life.
My partly clear likeness forms the shadow of a man that once hoped. Somehow I'm outside, yet I'm in here.
I hold the eel 1999 tightly, gripping it so hard, I almost strangled it. I made an enemy of it.
Winter frost beating at the pane, the pain
Kids pass on the streets, blowing whistles, celebrating, hailing life.
They make tracks in the purity of the white snow-covered street; footsteps leading to where I've been. So innocent.
Midnight approaches with foregone conclusions; my paranoia takes substance. I'm restless in the balance.
Ignorance's seeds fertilized to a malignant tumor metastasize through the depths of my soul.
I'm searching, yet I find myself drowning within, enfolding in myself.
Numbness sets in as a carefree child tosses a hard rock breaking the pane, shouting "Happy New Year"
