Yes

I'm on the verge again,
it seems to begin at the start
when the middle is bursting at the seams
from the long stretch
when the end comes tumbling toward the finish line.

Fading days
lost and wasted fated ways
corresponding characters and phrases
compliment the pixelated progression
of calculated depraved engagements.

Silent screaming raining thunder
Toxic tendencies brought me under
culminating to my current state
psychotic contortion portioned mind
my future fortune
permanently handicapped
inside this now twisted broken body
accented with a terminally mutated mind.

Entrenched in an ongoing insurgent bloody battle
telepathically accosted
increasingly
by cannibals
and the fucking illumanti.

I scream.
Find my feet
to stumble forward
away from my past.
My head begs to bleed me dead.
All those No's
I wish to actually say that I truly regret
Having never said.

What is your favorite flavor?
Yes. You? Always. Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
YES.