An Otherwise Empty Parking Lot Outside An Institute of Higher Learning

Volatility unprovoked

First comes fire

Then there’s smoke

It’s in this hell that I awoke

Bludgeoned, tired

On aggression, I slowly choked

The cement, crimson soaked

Left with air as my sole desire

All regrets were then evoked

It was here I softly spoke

Yet each world only grew their rage higher

And they laughed…

As if this all was but a joke