I must be falling
Into the void
Still
/
And the disgusting
Images
I’m seeing
/
Are either
My
Memories
/
Or but conjectures
Of my mind,
Dying;
/
Endlessly deep,
Lonely
And cold
/
Is the imagination’s
Rabbit hole;
/
As through it
I half-soar,
Half-fall,
/
I can’t remember
Who I really
Was,
/
I’m seeing someone
I don’t
Recognize
/
Who’s doing things
Which make me wish
I didn’t have my eyes
/
Endlessly deep,
Lonely
And cold
/
Is this rabbit hole
With mirrors
For walls