The misanthroes of mirthful damnation cast this hedonism in the hopes of escaping, It's a lonely heaven, lost in feeling, Thinking without purpose yet meaning.
What am I if not seeking to be labelled, (am I not? Does it just happen? So) why would I care to imagine otherwise, that sometimes I feel; And sometimes it feels too much so I think less than a human does (in-trying to "normalize" myself).