it's clear to me that this thing inside is *****, rotten and grotesque
yet it's full to the brim and it will remain the truth

if everything is wrong and completely incorrect
how can i assume these thoughts?

letting the contradictory thinking flings rabble through your brain,
reality is no longer fixed, yet skewed
as the body and mind hurtles chaotically through it

sometimes they just need a friend

my resources are exhausted, tried, through and through, rejected when least expected yet pushing forward, ignoring the negative tendencies that lurk in every corner, numb and naively willing to run forward

non-coherence, can't you see?

no one can see
(except me, except therein lies the all-knowing power i have built myself up to be. except can't i know one little thing that no one else will see? or is it just ignorance and fate, tying their cruel knot?)

i wish you would see
(i believed, i thought, i understood it differently)
i wish you would see
i wish you could see
(only me)

words can only convey limited meaning
and to have them understood is a rare occurrence
circuitous thoughts, in the end mean nothing
yet the spew comes forward and it will not stop
hopefully, endlessly, trying it's best