I'm the spasming stabs of hydraulical pholcidae
Wreckage that light Catatumbo. A wholesome day
Laughs at my enemies. Enmity grips,
Wrenches my being, then energy rips.
I'm the strident tinnitus dividing serenity.
Trident through silence becomes an obscenity
Killing the lenity quietude brings.
Despot of respite, my memory, rings.
I'm the bundle of bedsheet compressing your clavicle,
Leaving the couch-bed is ousted. No radical
Feelings can lift up a body so beat.
Sleeping and suicide might not compete.