Yesterday you stopped Eating for breakfast Good thoughts

Yesterday you stopped Eating for breakfast Good thoughts You were left one On one with this Virus of words. Your dreams As a black cloud Under the chandelier hung, and behind them Brought a light Delirium and the chills. You stood alone, like an abandoned fleet, Nerves — like Burnt-out masts. And sweeping the borders away the downpour tore Into your mouth, Where the soul under cement Lay in a dungeon. You screamed Your sounds tore From your chest and ran Along the walls, shot-down Chords You had everything Ahead of you, like everyone, But somebody Took a liking to The chords of your life.