walking with the shade of a ghost, a reflection of what once was, what once was felt. blind eyes to my left, concerned on the right. reverberations of rage, motivation dissipates and the realization of my isolation takes strong hold. the silently suffocating devotion didn’t meet the requirements, the required didn’t meet halfway. a brindled brittle shell is left behind, cold to the touch, that leaves the stains of wet and sticky coagulation, a mass of detached emotion. pulsating with no end in sight, a canopy of the dust and dreams long forgotten shelter the broken, holding together what pieces lay left. lost in time and of meaning, it resembles me more now than any mirror could ever reflect, and yet the strength to stand on broken limbs and slagging arteries overcomes the steam powered android back to earth, to smash the malicious distorted duplicate. in hopeful confidence, in endless waves of cherished desire