SteampunkMaster

the guilt of feeling happy sits in my gut like rotten milk insidious haze of repugnance worthless and disgusting maggot riddled husk of yesterday’s persona paranoia haunts the heart head swimming drowning in awkward silence like quicksand thoughts lodged in my throat I can’t breathe memories flooding my lungs I’m choking on words I cant bring myself to vomit I don’t know what I want I don’t know who I am I’m just saying this nothingness is feeling like home I just wonder around lost in my head at least death has this life all figured out but I’m not there yet.. we are one in this timeline. but