Oceanside, California

For these countless years,
Torture and torment.
I'm haunted by chase dreams,
Whenever I'm not falling.
This feeling is accurate
Because I believe in it.
Hemera, where are you?
If I've any hope, you're relieving it.

I'll manage to say "I'm sorry"
While I'm choking on bolts of lightning.
And I'll never question you again,
Because questions are far too frightening.

Take me! Open up!
Your eyes are useless.
Oceanside, California
The air around me is tensing.
But you built me a conduit,
I lived secure for a while.
Dionysus, where are you?
I'd forgotten how to smile.
- "The Fault Line" by Mr. Mitchell Young