Unraveling,
faster than a spool of thread facing the edge
of a domestic hillside.
Consumed by thoughts of the impending change of fate.
Following this pattern,
A waterfall effect of negativity.
Narcissistic thoughts set to auto-pilot and
I've got no breaks.
Entering a dream world where I become third person narrating the disaster.
Walking, maybe running, through the fog
and I'm taking lovers with me.
