I know you’re in there. Somewhere thriving on lost moments. Speaking tongue in cheek cursified rants at your core. Believing in the mindfuck your head’s been sputtering. So tempting it has been to set a recourse back into oblivious nuances and tendencies. Tired and barely keeping your focused eyes wide shut. Dreaming of some way to fix the broken spell within you that dwells. Screams are echoed soundly so quietly. Rage subsides for the longest while like a dead pet. The breath of stale anti-social verbiage leaves you further to hang out dry. Crucified ringing in the ears is music on an endless nightly daymare. Sickness is just rotting out the core of the nirvana-esque soul. Blood runs thin barely keeps the distrait heart in tune. I know you’re in there. Dying for a breakout. For to finally awaken the slumbered mind. To sharpen the torn body. To fixate the intent eyes. To breathe life. Live it. And die in it. One step at a time. Better put a rush on it.