vomit

as the convoluted train of thought gives way to the perception of reality

i clench my thoughts as if they were my hands

i decode our language to the bare choke of tongues

like babel's apocalyptic demise where words begat mere sounds of disgust

where the reason becomes emotion and my actions become my path

i realize there is only the extinction that will envelop what i once was 

vile taste of distrust in oneself as i hope to reach the event horizon