I am clairvoyant… I can foresee the future…my days are always the same… without exception…

Conditioned by the suppression of my mental abilities… I guillotine my intelligence… to avoid the risk of them… the true sages, the masters of everyday knowledge, noticing my apathy towards “inputs” that dull, bewilder, and stupefy all the sheep… placing them in showcases… for our satisfaction.

Loneliness within me is ... .maddening  

From this cruel, self-imposed prison, I scream… giving birth to silence, aborting myself through the absence of my tone… strangling my voice… nullifying my heart.

Small waves, like fireworks in the night, emerge, under the shape of small declarations…moanings, vocalizations of suffering.

My broadcast for the world to tune in.

Like a prelude… of mediocre salvation, put into place by the colossal blow of the communal Hammer of Alienation.

Into the aether, myself a disembodied spirit…fed by shadows, and ever surrounding fears that permeates the devil’s hour in wich he assists suicidal tendencies…

Everything within me, in me, enforced self-brutality of impulse containment…does not overflow…it is tied by the strings of obliteration, and i will take it to my grave.

Alone, scavenging through self-nourishment… I create, pause, vomit, and swallow all over again my true foundation… and as I fade away… may these pages where I pour out… bear witness that I was not always as I am… that I once LIVED

thrived

dreamed

gave birth

created

twisted

orgasmed

consumed

bled