The Misanthrope and the Sonogram Technician.

Reverie will end in revulsion.
From the hollows of your teeth to your hourglass eyes;
Time is no longer of the essence.
He asked me questions that left me burning -
"What is the difference between hospital bracelets and rosary beads?"
(I guess we all need something to hold onto.)
"And how are you getting home tonight?"
(By carcrashes and trainwrecks; we are careless creatures.)
They tell me we'll drown in our own self-loathing;
Our caustic limbs and severed youth.
Malignant egos bear no shame,
And anger is a tattletale, burning in your throat.
But he keeps on giving hopeful stares to reckless machines,
Leaving me to carve words in an aimless youth.