n.i.m.b.u.s.

diesel

pour all the sludge
into your diesel-powered heart,
sputter,
clutter,
mutter, to yourself all night,
that everything's alright.
but it isn't
and you know,
that it's time to change,
rearrange,
start to leave before they all go,
you're too slow,
down,
down into the dirt,
you go,
missed the train,
fried your brain
far away,
never stay,
roots, beneath the concrete,
holding you down,
break out of town,
shatter your frown,
and hear no sound,
smoke is shifting,
in the heatwaves,
smoke is lifting,
rising from the graves,
all the depraved,
rise up as one,
a world undone,
the fun's begun,
and you're still lying there,
head pressed against the gun.
wondering if you should end it all,

or not.