Love's bled,
Fear's fed,
So full of empty discouragement.

Lazy,
Jaded,
With emotional baggage

Tethered to tension
Smothered by obsession,
Stifled are desires
Damage in a vacuum.

Pulsing in this septic puddle,
Sick and stuck and still to struggle,
As I burn in morbid boredom,
I must purge before I Burgeon

Burgeon purge

It hit the pressure point,
**** shocked electric joints,
Finger flounder, a  weapon,
Cold recoiling aggression.

Regretful revenge,
Hmm, still not really cleansed.
The concentrated intents
Odd refractions been bent.

Potential hides
As competition grinds,
Indecisive times,
Jealousy's here to blind.

Redundant doubts
Pollute my brain
They flash on display,
Persisting everyday.

Prove your worth,
Earn your keep.
I know it's there,
obscured and weak.

Consistency's,
just out of reach
New circumstances ignoring
Past experiences toning

If I don't sucessfully stem the flow of doubts demanding my attention they detract from my ability to compose myself for a consecutive endeavor.

Ones appreciation is heightened as what is valued becomes rare.

I am from inconsistency,
forced adjustment,
eternally molding in a feeble attempt to appease my demanding environment.

I am from the loophole of the universe with no purpose,
few absolutes,
and a limited amount of time.

From laugh tracks,
reminding me when to laugh,
and for how long.

From the boredom at the bottom,
I've been Thriving in the *** trough,
endlessly scrounging for solutions and temporary entertainment.

From redundant ideas and places,
stale bread,
flat coke,
familiar situations and words.

On a screen in america

An abrasive engagement has determined this arrangement
A response to a stimuli is the stimuli for a response

Vice-versa
A counter
Two hands
Mark the hours

Now I'm tired of sleeping cause I can't record dreaming
So I sampled the examples
My brain is bathing in their brine
In this inkwell on this island
I extract some from the mine

Excessive correction fueled a cause for prevention
If you're trying too hard you'll over extend it