Mental strain.
Human stain.
Liquid, brain matter.
Mashed, gnarled, mangled --
word splatter.
Mindless cattle gather,
and graze
upon a medley of scraps
broken up into the ominous clouds
of a storm filled sky.
Bullets of rain
pelt the pavement,
scarring the surface with pock marks.
Not a soul to be found.
Not a kindred spirit around.
Retreat to an unseen underground;
with silence, (...)
the only detectable sound.
