Toxic Time Machine

In this barren and hazy asylum,
Of reveries and anxious ruin,
I enter this toxic time machine,
Never knowing where the next trip will lead me,
Senses numb as the motions blur.

Now in the clutches of
the intoxication
spooling
into my steps

In the confusion, she senses
my discomfort and
leads me
away

to the waiting
room irony
synchronized to the dissolution
of her disjointed words

The broken machine to
never shuttle back;
The gears of life
Grind away, wear down

As my heart becomes exhaustive and sluggish,
This dysfunctional time machine
misses its stop by a few milliseconds,

And I lust more for the high of wasted time.

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