I felt it streaming down slowly
when I was staring at the walls
of my existence, of me, the extant,
(those tears of ambiguity).
I felt it reaching out to me
saying something, as the darkness
was praying on the bits of me
(that squeaking inner voice).
I felt it dancing wildly to the
maddening notes of mayhem
as I was trying to stand still
(the stupid soul set on fire).
I felt it beating me to the core
with no ruth or reck of any kind
as I was going inside my shell
(the dubiety of my being).