The blood on the clock trickles the hour
I once recalled.
The death knell commenced
with the intentional pretense I embraced.
Rising up high,
my legs astride,
a cortisol joyride takes me There.
That place we once feared,
this Perfect Normal appears,
which I must endear to achieve content.
There is no fear.
There is no pain.
There is no unknown or shame.
Curiosity is gone once you’re withdrawn
from this World you never knew.