Why do I try?
Cold clenched caffeine riddled teeth, dull bone body ache, listless drifting thoughts, somewhere between myself before and me hereafter, can’t catch my breath or a break.
First impulse is annihilation, mind’s eyes burning embers of mankind brings me joy, if only imaginary musings upon the ruins inside. My only passion is destruction, obliteration of identities assumed and consumed.
The combustion of the combined efforts that brought me here is a sickly sweet siren cry. It beckons me at every turn, tempts me endlessly as I desperately seek an antidote, a reason to cling to reality, cold purpose made warm truth.
