A murky tunnel...
Still distorting my placement and absorbing all my heart.
Can't contain imperfections soul in this pit of sorrow.
As this ultimate outcome will become available to meet.
But along with darkness comes a puddle,
Salty and paranoid.
So ****** that no refuge will save me.
A change in my opinion.
Not only a detached personality but unfinished.
A worthless habit to defect my rage against bitter.
The shades dim by misery's command.