They say every man is an island; well drown me, because I can’t be alone.
The brain is a Virgin, flayed by the blade of love, anaesthetised by time, yet forever raw with every severed synapse. How can one remove internal organs to make room for thoughts, while our minds are collapsing, our bodies are eroding.
Waste away with the truth in your mouth, why speak what doesn’t need to be heard.
I don’t want to do this anymore.
Somebody kill me.