Got here late and can't think straight.
Sold my soul and wasn't paid.
I'm the valiant willful slave.
The scrawny dog that strayed.

Now my mind is made.
Brain tissue threads in waves.
But if every strand is frayed,
Why does sorrow feel so great?

Life is: a bloody mess bled dry and pressed,
A musician playing fingerless
Plucking each string with indifference.
Screaming cruel tales of deliverance
With schemes marked and exclaimed as
The limitless bitterness; excruciating omnipotence.

Knowledge is like water streaming with most significance.
I am so dehydrated. I've faded just a little bit.
I'm dying of thirst.. Someone tell me where the river is.

Gotta love when someone posts a good poem and is never heard from again. Haha. Dig the lines, especially the first stanza.