A source of knowledge

A well of pain

The wilted ruins of a muse that wouldn't take

Poorly crafted spans of time

Unrepentant in devotion to a life of grime

Fragile protection

From the fear of faith forgot

I am nil in the war for attention

Hidden and meek

A subversive plot

Is this autonomy?

Sorted, spread out, fuse lit, kaboom

With detail, destruction, the new american room

An unwilling participant, I will not abide

But someone must let me out

I'm pleading, bargaining to little avail

The glances away just like knives in the back

Cycle shatters

Exquisite alone

A spatial disorder, never close still too near

The knocking is incessant

An index randomized, such a crowded abyss

The updates repair me to broken default

A passing resemblance

To new frontiers that consume me

I am still at my core a defendant

Forbidden is defeat, fell my jealousy

I want to lie down