𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌

grasping for straws, illusions to believe in

ideas and promises permeate brains, acid for the masses

convictions run circles, like a neverending k-hole to surface

ecstasy in your ephemeral truths, then sobering contradictions arise

can't help but wonder if there exist solutions to the Dread lest you disappear

still, yet human, like a child in the womb or a corpse in the coffin

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

i live on despite the constant fears that create this confusion
slowly i've succumbed to a self imposed prison