These pale cheeks are now burning.
Burning with amphetamines:
You've provoked a monsoon of acidic rain,
It gushes, relentlessly, over the freckled rocks of my ageing face.

I drink, drink and drink again,
Numbing myself to this new abandonment,
And lying down
Screaming is the only action that will prevent the sky from falling.

Confounded by the peal of my own hysterical laughter,
And only half-conscious,
I ask the taunting wind:
"Why did Sister leave me?"

"I am alone, because I am surrounded,
Breathing, whilst being suffocated,
Feeling, as I fall through the abyss, down
To a glistening level of knives that will soften the blow of Nothing."

Sister made Everything, Nothing.
Inasmuch, Everything,
Was my Sister.