The melancholy mechanics of my mind

Quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision. Bio-organic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devastation. Cleaner then light, meaner than a laser fight, billions of micro-maniacs known to most as the uncontrollable soldiers of suffering succertash. Instantaneous infiltration leaves me with a case of bustation, frustration, alone in a constellation of alienation, detached from empty conversation….

I wait…

I wait…

…For the wave to break