A broken system makes monsters mandatory for existence

Some people find it easier to become beasts

The saint may swoon....when savagery becomes easier than presumed

Some find it out of shear desperation

When an indifferent world contorts you into that primitive state

Fang and claw exposed with terrified eyes

A chest full of concrete

A brain forced into despondency...

turn the dial and you only hear static

Sanity sequestered inside coma mechanics...

anticlimax by way of numbed timelines

I would pray for you

But we both know...

the sky is already crowded with echoes

Goodbye