Oh What to Do What to Do...

"I feel where no one is. Can be - could be, would want to be - since when? On I press, blood-stained staff - it slowly splits, shedding splinters. In the wake of wild and unconscious prisms of thought - those violently precise self-contained riots; a mute, blind, emaciating fury follows close behind, whispers - forevermore, 'Lowell'."

~Vague