You, a new flavor expanding Across my dying taste buds A sickness or virus with no cure Wounded, without prejudice A dirty welcome mat. The cause for insecurity Rusted bars of pitted iron A busted headlight and cracked windshield Twisted mirrors of an aborted life. Cursed future's contracting Extra small hangman's noose Around a broken ankle Dangling upside down. Bailing is to no avail A turbulent afterlife awaits Peace is for strangers- My home a graveyard in flames.