and the debt grows ever larger, the coping ever less. scales tip in my favor as i spiral ever down. faster and farther than ever before black clouds of thought simmering by on cool downward thermals. quicker down the rabbit hole caroling dreams of black and blue and red of you. hitting dirt six feet under, blood red skies and overcast brown clouds. reach up and knock on wooden doors, forever closed on me, never any answer. spontaneous decomposition: arterial routes burning dry, more clogged by traffic pushing by. honking horns nearby breaking concentration of my happy forever never after. die in pain and rest in pieces. never any peace for wary travelers. but plenty for the foolish.