[center][color=FFB6C1][b]DRY[/b][/color]
[i]¤Mirror ¤ fissure¤[/i][/center]

The headache never abates,
constant pulsing to contest continued consciousness.
Fair side of fate puts that stone in place,
a reminder of time passed and how little we ate.
Take a hammer to your laughing passenger to achieve momentary reprieve.
Statues suddenly seem intrigued, seeing keys in hand; dreaming of dreary destination.
Acquisition stalls for fixation of a leaking disposition.
I envy sweetly dreaming nightly, embracing breaks from sauntering monotony.
Instead we stare in such a way that eyes banish moist remorse;
dry most certainly, never done working...acolytes gathered for sinister discourse.