Poetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I know is I've got something fucking with me, and it possesses me until my pupils don't even exist and the immaterial spills from my nose like concrete. It's time to disconnect, I've made such a mess of myself. When reality unhinges itself and all you can do is watch your sanity slip through your fingers, you start to understand what value truly is, because it's looking a lot like the black tar on the walls. I've lost myself to a pill bottle of prescribed obsession, but everything's feeling so timed. What is it you see when you look through these screens into my soul?

I am afraid of not documenting this, therefore I am randomly writing a series of events that have happened in my life over this year in order to save them from oblivion. this is my life. don't expect it to make sense