Finally free!!!

And now, something completely different:

Spider-cracks in the asphalt
Spread like the black veins of Hecate
To the extent of my vision
Ticket in hand, fraying;
Tatters of paper, tatters of my life
Skitter in twisted wind...
Oh, f*** this, I need a burger.

Conclusions from the above:
1) When confronted with the terryfying aspects of ourselves, our dark souls revealed in this titanic black mirror of space, we merely write bad poetry.
2) Man will do anything for a plate of nachos.