fracture.

This, This is where you're left? an open mind contemplative of every negative thought you've never embraced. set on facing it without your right side soul, to shake your mind free of the crude excrement that disembowels your enigma, and slaughters your status... the preservation of my well being will always be my lone battle to lose.The scars, my burdens of bearing the shame I can't scrub off my face and hands. The forfeit of it all. this so called "privileged" life I live. Is it self pity? Or is it me just being god damn good at faking contentment enough for people to pursue a common comfortability with being around such a dull scratch in the system as myself. Have we all been so encompassed with he dishonesty and shit of our own selves, that we just accept others, and conclude that as being homeostasis? stringent and intangible, the uninspired life. a volume of black mass propagating, abounding, branching out all the fucking bitter sweet, fickle lies our shallow hearts and minds can't drown in.

and my biggest fear is my inevitable fate...
I don't see why not any longer.

so long self...,
So many nights like these left...