If what it takes to live is a stoicism and acceptance of my primeval comatose state;
Does it then mean I need to turn my animalistic nature into an illusion for the sake of my sanity?
Although, as the cycle goes, the illusion regretfully becomes a reality;
And what I tried to hide has grown exponentially since I last repressed it;
When the candle of persona fades; the light inevitably dies.
And, the inner beast has got me under duress