Stalking Self
My talents dissolved into addictions
A young man’s quest
Torn shattered–pieces–one by one
Brainwaves too erratic–
And sharp to assemble again
What’s left–just pure soul
Lying underneath my feet
Rise-up old soul of passion-bliss
Laugh! it’s a play
Leave the stage
Exit it
O mind leave the soul to rest
Beta, alpha, theta best
No one would rescue you
Crucify yourself
James v. Nicosia