𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌

grasping for straws, illusions to believe in

ideas and promises permeate brains like invisible gases

convictions run circles, like a neverending k-hole to > eyes wide open

ecstacy flirts over the horizon in some 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 confusion

slowly i've succumbed to a self imposed prison