Intoxicated

Leave behind the skin of who I once was

Losing perception, all is lost without an effort to persuade myself from dying

Intrusive pleasure

A desire to live amongst men who dream of living

Pursue the thoughts that make me feel less of a feeling

Residual effects of a lingering damage

Entice my soul to cross it's altered contortions

Pleading with my own mind, genuinely losing time

Days pass in empty grey as I view a sea of blues and greens, thе aura of mystery

All I need is a hole in my head

As if thе end can bring a sense of humor into a single paradox

A cycle of repeated atrocities

The moon has finally dissipated from me