MY LIFE IS A CHAOTIC FUCKING SPIRAL TOWARDS DISASTER, I AM THE DEFINITION OF CATASTROPHE my head is crushed honeycomb, honey and nectar and matter pouring out onto the cold pavement to the tune of the hum of a thousand yellow soldiers, buzzing and stinging and panicked in a cacophony of wings beating against air and
HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTAIN THE DAMAGE spoiled nectar dripping from my ears, taste the rotten honey on my lips and I'll let you know it's sweet but too much sugar can kill you dear (I'D CALL YOU HONEY BUT OH, THE FUCKING IRONY) it dries under my nails and leaves my skin a disgusting shade of yellow and the dirt and dust sticks to it and rubs my skin raw and I know
I SHOULDN'T BE HERE the world runs on entropy, we're all heading towards disorder and this disaster is going so much quicker and I'm just letting it fester, like the mold in the basement everyone sees but never does anything about and the next thing you know the walls are crumbling to reveal the black virus hiding beneath its plaster skin wet and dripping venom and oh, so hungry it's carnivorous and you're its next meal
cigarette meets its end (SCREW THE NICOTINE, MY ADDICTION IS SELF DESTRUCTION) maybe if I keep this going I'll just burn myself out, rotten sugar in my mouth rubbing my insides raw can't you see it, I hate it but it's oh so addicting, I can't handle disaster, disorder is my heroin and I'm the functional addict looking for freedom in catastrophe except to find the honey just as sweet on the other side and just as rotted and tainted and fucking disgusting
