I often wonder what it’s like being meat suits A bunch of rotting, decaying cells A mass of thick flesh Covering, hiding, masking our insecurities
When that meat suit is shot at It seeps like black smoke The many inner poisons Choking, wounding, destroying our society
Our flesh, our cells, our poison It’s all part of us How come we deny it? Why can’t we accept that our meaningless selves are slowly decaying the world and one another?
Nihilism We all fear our nothingness Let it become us.
Imprisoned by my own mind. the beasts clawing at the soft tissues of my body Destroying my sanity, happiness AND freedom.
Thirsty for happiness. My own form of sleeping beauty, Except I'm awoken by serotonin. Less fantastical than a prince's kiss. I'm merely sealed away from emotions, in order to protect myself.
A manifestion. A monster. A parasite. Whatever you want to call it, it burrows deep within your mind. Ensnares you into a meaningless abyss.
It grows, spreads like malaria. A railway system formed by one's own thoughts. All interlocking. One could say it is the Berlin Wall with Separation that stands tall.
It is a plague that will get you, And it will turn you...