The terrified act of a journey is replaced with a euphoric euthanasia.
Horrors of terrible visions yet numb to come.
After one taste, one unexplainable hollow joy, one spike of dopamine rush, then the vines of self-fulfillment grow.
Trapped within a disgusting fleshy vessel which inside grows to hate.
No longer is each act a euphoric euthanasia, without it, it's mental ************
No longer does every ritual end with elation, it's just the removal of negative sensation.
Trapped in a jar filled with thorns covered in sanitizer, each ritual's negation is of the miser.
The hand which gives out wants something of use, yet that help itself gives them the uprisal of an ego boost.
Subjugation of one self's love, the rustication of communication.
Hating my own disgusting flesh for it's own enslavement, the dream of a noose is nothing more but depravement.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
The terrified act of a journey is replaced with a euphoric euthanasia.
Horrors of terrible visions yet numb to come.
After one taste, one unexplainable hollow joy, one spike of dopamine rush, then the vines of self-fulfillment grow.
Trapped within a disgusting fleshy vessel which inside grows to hate.
No longer is each act a euphoric euthanasia, without it, it's mental ************
No longer does every ritual end with elation, it's just the removal of negative sensation.
Trapped in a jar filled with thorns covered in sanitizer, each ritual's negation is of the miser.
The hand which gives out wants something of use, yet that help itself gives them the uprisal of an ego boost.
Subjugation of one self's love, the rustication of communication.
Hating my own disgusting flesh for it's own enslavement, the dream of a noose is nothing more but depravement.
My experience with addiction, not saying what kind of addiction.
