Your breaking up the past again

At night after hours smashing it to bits

Plaster boards flailing dust smash gasp thump ridiculous

And the smoke from below hits the back of your throat

Choking half asleep broken in dreams broke awake not one place to escape to but

This rotten imagination that offers an open door saying run from this prison escape now while you’ve got the chance because the body is a prison too and it won’t last long

Other more optimistic people would say I’m wrong but they are just deluded we all know that