These self reflections draw me open.
I am disembowled by a self absorbed
Pen.

And my guts laid bare.
My life
Laid out as the taxonomy of my life
My intuition and my memory.
Revolt against me
And disappear.

All falls apart and I'm left barren.
A fallow field of feeble dreams.
Gazing at nothing.
Disassociated on an abstract thought.
Coiled frustration.
A pent up Oroborous.

Despair.
Inadequate.

I'm a waste of food.
Useless eater stuck in liminal time.
A phantasmal half life.

These poorly worded self fulfilling prophecies.
The apophenia of glossolia.
Beat down on my obsessive mind.