Cavernous is the hole I feel inside me when I peel myself out of body. I can't remember who I am. Who I was before I was consumed by the bitter, jaded ooze I inhale.

Consumed by an eternal tar that's filled me so full it seeps out of my pores. Toxic are the steps I take away from all my friends near the edge. I can't make up my mind.

Floating aimlessly through time, surrounded by the glimmer of everyone who knows how to cope with the death in their head. Broken records convey more emotion that I could ever muster. I don't even know who I am.