Under these blankets I find the insulation necessary to consider my bleak fate.

The xyston

Strikes deep from an almost gelid distance.

I awaken bleeding the stillness of nothing;

My heart beating the knowledge of an empty tomorrow;

Ugly like silence

Ugly like blank stares

Ugly like peoples' learned faces

This loneliness is a cold rain;

I'm stuck out here

And my rain coat was stolen.
When I wake up
I remain still.

I hide beneath the blankets

They embrace me against the nothingness

And extend the silence of the world.

And I clearly see:

I am non-existant.

I will fade.

Like the colours of a flag

Like the foundations of freedom

Like the bodies buried in yesterdays.