Abhorrence - Wreck and Reference

Where was it that you awoke

And saw the treason of your words

Throwing your body down the stairs

Sisyphean and resolute

Where was it that you saw yourself

Bomit dribbling down your chin

Knowing true that you’ve become

A stain, a putrid pool of oils

Where was it that you tore down

Your tarnished silver trophies

Burning laurel wreathes

In the center of your bed

Where was it that you engraved

The list of all your failings

On the marble columns of museums

And wooden floors of friends

Where was it that you collapsed

In silence and indifference

Strewn across a vacant trail

That hounds no longer run

Where was it that you turned

To total isolation

Calculating the precise moment

When you could disappear