Sometimes it feels like.
Everything is falling apart.
Into another cascade.
A catastrophic failure.

And.
Things don't get better.
They accrue loss, misery.
Helplessness.

Left in Pandora's Box.
After the hope.
Left.

Proteus.
Stole fire from the Gods.
Much like Raven who stole the sun.

And,
me,
I grovel in filth.
With my perfect hate.

Should I give that to you?

But, it's mine
to jealously covet.
My sacred ****** thoughts.
My apophenia.
My self loathing.
Sleeping til two.

No desire.
To be.
Awake.

Sighing these suicidal soliloquies.
I'm just biding my time.
Til I die.

Fighting off the impulse.
To just.

End it.

In my anonymous atrophy.