The Seep...

Wishing for vibrant rips in the inferno of the normal...
Days drag like a prison term...
Dealing glances into the past...the mind sits at the table...
Unable to read the other players faces...
Once, pieces fit uniquely...
Unlike the now shattered mosaic of self...
Where the revolving shards infinitely impale...
And release comes only in sleep...
Time always slipping, foolishly played...
And thoughts are growing faint...
Dim unrealities dripping as water...
Gleaming on the timelined skin...