𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌

grasping for straws, illusions to believe in

ideological promises permeate brains like acid for the masses

it feels okay to rest there till you come down and are just as lost as you were before

till you run in circles and wake up, veins pumped with encultured ketamine

no 'neutral' solutions to the Dread lest you disappear off social grids

brief reprieve may come from a contrarian messiah, system of self actualization, whatever

close to the edge, close to a conversion to some version of person that 'gets it'

but where is there anyone who is happier than a child in the womb or a corpse in the coffin

biology is a burden - itchy eyes, congested skull, tired muscles

slowly i've succumbed to a self imposed prison