Welcomed ghosts.

Is this it? The eviscerate convulsion of our self containing uninterpreted lives slowly lived in the trenches of our unconsumed furies and discontent... Apprehensive of the choices we've burned under our buried malicious fortune of the traps we've set to capture and enslave our own guilty consciousness from fighting with our dying bodies. Imputative of our prospect, we felt the perpetual force of the unfailing never to be seen open ended bane callous mouths. Protruding into our bloodstream the very ache of the treacherous black we've stained our. Visible monsters into an unsubtle fringe of awe inspiring guilt. Tearing pages from our subconscious manifesto. Chronologically depleting any sense of the right decision ever being made to create anything more than a cold cartel showing nothing but the facetious truth of really breathing to live life worthless.  Essentially it's useless to reflect on what's come since then. Only finding your intrinsic gleam fading in the harsh shade of every life you've lived before this one. Submitting to the succumbed grit. What's thrown is what's caught between grinding,teething, almost blood stained... If it were any consolation. I wasn't sure either.