Distortion Returns - by Erik Smith
a
mindfull of pleasant thoughts
a cool breeze on a fairly warm day
comfortable kicked back against a lonely tree
gracing the top of a hilltop
surrounded by gorgeous plush waves of grass
covored by a deep blue sky
swimming with rich white clouds
i close
my eyes and let the wind carry me
above the tree
over the hills alongside the clouds
looking down on the beauty
knowing only this
comfortable
to the point of not needing to focus
who thought a hollow soul could bring this
empty mind everything left of mine
only thing left inside has died
eyes
come into focus
waking from this dream
black charcoal clouds scratch across the sky
rolling with fire
looking like a backyard grill
never knowing a positive thrill
raining death upon the rocky surface
split down the middle by the river of piss
unable to exit from
forever to torture it's trapped inhabitants
bobbing to the surface periodicly
drowning in the urine left by others
forever
