• Hmm my life
    Its lead up to what seems like a aboral.

    Like im swarmed with acarid.

    As if im accumbent to Tapeworms.

    Im leading myself further onwards.

    Im actually tachisming my life into an abysmal maw.

    I need help, a tatting to pull me free.

    The Backround of my eyes are becoming streaks.

    Blinding Flashes of light against the dark creates a tattersall effect.

    Im in awe, im afraid, im not worth it.

    dust against the barren watses of my mind

    On the pantile paraselene laced in my mania.

    Im not worth it to help anymore.

    Just let go of my hand.

    Let me grow up.

    Not even my oeuvre, wont express my mind to its entire extent.

    My neoteric,nonego,sheath hides my guild and timid nature.

    Im breaking, rupturing my own intents with blasphemy.

    Dont help me anymore, im as good as dead.

    Im good for nothing.

    Eating away at me.

    Gnawing my tempos to cause a constant headache.

    Im tired now.

    I just need meaning.

    No one can help me with this i suppose.

    I just want to know how to find this.

    How does everyone walk so blissfully around with halos?

    God damnit when is it going to be my turn?

    For peace of mind? For closure?For Happiness?

    I dont know why i typed this.

    I just need an outlet.

    Read while you can soon i will bottle it all up again.

    Just some relief is good.

    Relief....I wonder how it feels.

    Damn conundrums. -.-