- Jul 22, 2020
- Albuquerque, New Mexico
Only time will tell. A caravan of masked pain and anguish. There is only so much isolation and the willful lack of contact one could take before you lose your whole reality to some sadist's dream. Some virgin pining for lost love or no reciprocation. It's not fun to bitch and complain anymore. Theres a point where it only goes lower and lower. Its not fun daydreaming about the things in life you dont have. Itsnot fun to fantasize about even the crudest and basic form of sexual imagery (repression?) Society spits us out if we dont follow the norm or the average. The mediocrity of all souls heading towards death. In terror we flee towards Pleasure and Pain. And the hot wings of Eros beat against the tortured dawn. I've nothing to express other than the sheer depth of twisted emotions that runs deep like the dam that broke years ago. I'm sorry for all the lost souls, the ones that were cast away, forgotten, unforgiven. This pain is only a radio. You can defy your own strength with self-sabotage. You should never reach the depth of my nervous breakdown. You should never read the signs left on all the faces. Faves I cant remember anymore. Theres only vague scenes and pictures left. Is it fair to wander these dusty halls alone? Is it a wonder we are capable of such violence? Sex does not mean a thing anymore, just animalistic convulsions. Even the fact of depression doesnt seem to make me feel a thing. Not at all. A void of being. A black hole. All these things, illusions, semblances,the taste of love...they dont mean a goddamn thing anymore. I find I only have my spirit to console my inconsolable mind. Death greets me with a smile. A better life awaits elsewhere. Anywhere but in the stagnation of the present.