Fine? In turn; soft skys tumble down. Now? I’ll go home to drown. Sworn? Promises born and torn. Pinned on my crown, each horn to be scorned. Pains me to count. Sorry and sedated, self-soothing never serene but desperate. Separated! Sickening bottomless gut. Shame eats the brain like maggots. Regrets repressed by dopamine cheaply harvested. Restlessness. Tomorrow? NextInLoop