Each step forward is another inch of water over my head, another inch of dirt laid upon my earthen bed. I've been patiently waiting for the moment I can relinquish this pen. To finally take a second to recognize the beauty in oblivion. To reconcile with the lingering doubts that shape our sin. fruitless efforts masked by the sordid states we find ourselves in. Can you recognize the static in my eyes? The disconnecting sequences of sacrifice. The resplendent virtues lost in compromise. It's time to either adorn this repugnant disguise, or atone for our unfaithful alibis. each as equally and easily criticized, I surmise. By general rule of thumb, we must succumb to the numb. to stay devout is to be hung. Which is more vital? Our mortality; or our morality? We're fermented and bred in contempt. A grotesque gestation of our ever-growing malcontent. a path to an apocalyptic descent, or become a sacrament to the economic monolith. The conflux of careless cessation versus the precedence of profound potential. A proclivity to remain an passive observer, the art of becoming a paradoxical life-preserver. The dramatization of our debaucherous dichotomy; To feel the release of an immersive despondency, a forlorn deviation from any sort of dedication. The burdened desperately grasping for analytical alleviation. Have we taken this vow of silence for fear these words may be our last? Or, are we just too ashamed to admit our questionable pasts? There is belligerent butchering going on in the streets, and far worse happening beneath our sheets. So, raise your glasses, in toast to another rotten round. and please, whisper in my ear something so profound. beating hearts of every eccentric convulsing in unison. broken hearts callused by our indulgent illusions even as we desperately try to define our emotional deficiency. We remain blood stricken in the eyes of a bitter frequency. Seduced by a sentimental sequence, so detrimental. But a subtle heartbreak resides in us all, seeping in slowly staking its claim. The creeping convalescence bred by disdain. The evidence is ever-present in this transcendental, diabolical diatribe. An entitled attempt to explain why evil exists inside. The fractured craft of every artisan’s alibis. The perpetual longing for Aphrodite’s deicide. The thickening plots derived under duress an army of demons with which I have been blessed [ Have caused me to forfeit common sense, another distraction to search for solace under that tiny dress.

The rotten fruit remainders of a once-ripe prophecy. unfriendly reminders of our virtue lost, stumbling down alleyways. Can we repudiate this claim? This future holds nothing more than necrotic dismay. vices will give way to an early grave indulgence elaborately wrapped in narcotic bouquets. an effigy to consecrate inept restraint. the vital exploration of our cognitive landscape. We waltz with the harlequins of excess and oblivion dancing around ornate caskets decorated with obsidian. Our biographies are merely an obituary of barbiturates. Vague recollections of serotonin spent reiterations of the individual traumas we represent. a refusal to understand the concept of regret. But please don’t let us all forget, your willingness to light the way for our final ascent. The requiem we sing is maddening, a foreboding soliloquy of insidious atrophy fueled by a mixture of approved amphetamines and the instant escape found in benzodiazepines. Mourning the absence of a betrayed artisan; the degradation of our generation. a victim conceived of fundamental frustration born in folly of a misguided nation. The caricatures of a relapsing indecency reenact their tragic romances with lucidity. The clockwork confines of envious insight methodically tick to the tantrums of the crazed acolyte. an entertaining wight performing a series of masochistic rites to fatefully reunite with the carousel of plight. A masterpiece drowning in despondency leaves us with little more than fleeting memories.

A genesis that mocks the mitigating defense of genius, the decisive precipice at the crisis of his descent. The poet’s breath whispers death, an indulgence scarce of compliment. A distasteful petition to repeal the monolith of devourment; Chemical-induced clarity unlocks the boundaries, inspiring epiphanies about the almighty regime. Can these words reclaim the chasm of what’s left in this inept prophet? The incessant scratching at parchment, this expulsion of expression, sacrificial spilling of ink to alleviate my sin. It is time for this betrayed apostle to be bereft from this delusion of dominion. In his convoluted opinion, it is his birthright to record the cataclysmic events of human tradition; to record and narrate the innate - dictate of man. scrawl the cascading squalor that seeps from his every (aura)fice. inflict some sort of moral scrutiny masses plagued with ambiguity. This horror is merely a desolate preface to the atrocities that shall commence. And if I am not here to bear witness, and must relinquish this gift, I'll perish to the cosmic assignment. However, I honestly fear, for the man who must inherit this And if I must go, just bury my bones or ashes beneath the fetid earth to grow, allow my remains for our mother to sow. Don’t bother with a headstone, some sorry reclamation or monument to a story untold. If they really want to know, then decipher it from the text that I have bestowed. My existential servitude is a sequence of satire. I long for the warmth from my fucking funeral pyre. The decomposition of my motivation. The struggle between depression and intuition. the choice between redundant decisions or drug-induced diversions. It is time for this betrayed apostle to be bereft from this delusion of dominion. In his convoluted opinion, it is his birthright to record the cataclysmic events of human tradition; to record and narrate the innate dictate of man My insecurities have risen to the surface. Please keep your distance, you do not deserve this. the bottom of this bottle seems like an hourglass an incomprehensible collapse as i bury this barrel in my mouth i pull the trigger back My life has lost all purpose, Can't you see that I'm not worth this.