pictures on a screen

A failed career in everything

His mind could still imagine

After trying, failing, coming back

a world that couldn’t be

Every day he logs online

And he asks the dead for money

as he overwrites his memories

with pictures on a screen

A thousand-handed giver

From the shackles to the throne

Where one can‘t reflect one‘s being

The beginning of the month

They call upon your soul to act

With empty-worded names

mental illness is a metaphor

for who I want to be