reading over the thoughts left behind
now I see my confused state of mind
An imaginary problem
I shoved on you to solve
when it reality,
it's what caused us to dissolve
tormented by the
produce of our age
images seared
I try to leave them backstage
too thirsty for flesh
I am permanently starved
my primitive hunger
my own Jekyll and Hyde
not sure if I even understand what I'm saying here, but I guess it makes it kinda makes sense that way