i want to make a poem
but all the words are used
no chance to be original
with my low-rent muse

i strive always for perfection
on this simple way of verse
managing on simple kilobytes
what i cannot do on earth

i will not use the proper
punctionation schemes
neihter will i draw habit on
our capitalisation meme

all the same i want to do
what few of us have done
i want to make a single poem
once, upon this time.

it will be as lenghty
as beautiful as dull
as horrendously malignant
like some steelworkers toil

it will be about a feeling
a great collection of them all
and it will show you
what it means to be alone

all the words i have are broken
all the thoughts i think are used
all the memories ive spoken
are not meant to be confused

but i disgress
and i linger on
trying to accomplish
what none of us has done
Now. Eradicate. Dismember.
All attention here, and forward.
Im pointing towords the simple line ahead

---> Alone. A single thought strikes resemblance in the banks of your brain.
It touches every part of life. Damping it, removing you, inch by inch. And all thats left if you. Tired, waiting. Longing.
Forever.

...

Never.

And there it is.
Word by word what you thought and what it is.
With nothing leftt to understand
I leave this on our grave.

*snap*
And all my words are broken.
You are free once more.