I’m kitting this tangled dream around me,
With the unwanted ends that were left in my empty hands
The ends that I gathered in hopes of killing that desire,
I knit them together with such amateur concentration
That I am now encased in a chrysalis of desperate, longing,
I struggled to find the will to reject my own ideals,
But I ended up with every dream I ever had, hollowed out,
And inside each, a piece of my toy heart,
Which inside my fist I broke, as to stop the murmur of
My plastic arteries, silence ensued
And I dreamed of nothing…