Another one

looking into the mirror just to stare at me,hoping for a moment of clarity, because I've been living my life errantly, and what I see to a great degree is that inherantly, I am nothing more than a parody verily.


A demonstration of my lamentations, frought from deprivation, emotional castration, a cesation of sensation for the duration of the degredation in this presentation, blood and bone before I reach my destination, my own obliteration, with no hestitation, judged guilty with no deliberation, plunge into the dark with no trepidation, hoping for salvation from my own desecration.

Feeling trapped in a cage, in the middle of a stage, my coming of age plagued by rage, developmental delays making me stay blazed, unable to say what I wanted to say, it's only myself I play, a fool on display.

I don't know what I expected, but I found suffering perfected, leaving me defected, lacking perspective, in this hectic life I've erected, but I neglected how deeply I was affected, thought I was good, but now stand corrected, my mind infected.

Sick with no cure, I can't  be sure if this isreal any more, what am I doing this for, trapped behind locked doors, curled up on the floor, shaken to the core, knowing my soul isn't pure, making friends with the demons I adore.