i am still.

and the fear all around me

like a tuning fork.

i am afraid

it will eat me.

cries and shouts and breaks

every line is withering.

all the strings that held em' up,

all the thoughts.

broken and a heartbeat

i'm shaking. i think this is a storm.

I really liked this article about Bioshock and whether it is 'art'.

crushed,
and a fiery sky,
furnaces all lit
and hands reaching out.
i want to step into the fire
and turn to ashes
away from here.
i need to leave, leave, leave, leave, leave.
get lost in the fog.
sake haze, the other haze, all rolled up, with frozen cups.
stumbling down fifth.
i need something cold

in the twilight of my youth, everything is broken.