Isolated.
Embraced by poisonous thoughts, we welcome the brainwashing. They feel off our souls, distract us from our reality. Barren: we are left. Nothing remains under our buried emotions.
Darkness is therapeutic. We crave the lonely, the lost. Repulsive ideas are drilled into our heads. Persistent and endless, these thoughts define us. Our former selves are nowhere in sight.
We have dissolved into our morbid society. Realities press down on our chests and suffocate our lungs. I cannot remember the last time breathing didn't hurt. Why does suffering feel so euphoric?
Kept hostage by our own standards – we weaken ourselves. Ugly thoughts grasp our existences like rough fingers. I am sorry. We are all sorry. Harsh defense mechanisms make us feel so alive.
We stumble through life, fragile. Our hearts might be beating, but we are far from alive. Death tempts our cracked minds with lingering whispers.
Refreshing blood. Masochistic youth. Thick and warm, it boils with desire. Desire for more; we thirst for more.
This world adores watching us torture ourselves! It thrives to watch us burn internally. Society blindfolds us and pushes us deep int the icy waters.
This youth- we waste away and decompose like dried leaves. Segregated from our country and past generations... utterly alone.
Callous claws tug us away from anything and everything we once prioritized. Our conspiracies and dreams are silenced and cease to be. Murky minds are left untouched.
Sleep deprivation, depression and paranoia eat away at our intestines, leading to a crescendo of devastation.
Stripped bare and drained. We leak emotions. We fade into the cloying isolation within ourselves.
We cease to be.
