A myriad of movements
No longer mesmerizing
Only just satisfying
Enough to quench the thirst
For thriving fantasies
No longer dreams — taking life
For not what it seems, but as it is
Nothing more than a dose,
A drink, or a deal —
An experience —
A tangle of lives lost
Within others being found
Expedited to the top
While the rest drown
Lost between breaths
Teeth bearing down
Jaws breaking,
Shattering holds my ear drums
Limpid sounds
Breaking out :
I’m running out
Nothing left : mouth closed
No air to exhale
Just one more fall; it can only get better
Once all is lost
There is no map
For the labyrinth
That has never been found