Hemlock Gnosis

What good can there be? What good can there ever be? When no one can even remember? No lessons learned. An empty mirror. A fevered dream. An ignored truth half-revealed. One last failed attempt. One pathetic last effort. Give it the old college try, see if it makes any difference. This sickening stench. This foul vapour of defeat. Permeates these stinking wounds. Minutes drag me closer. Shambling under the archway.