I sit here engrossed with cracked reflections of myself, attending the interpretation that I am a lost cause.
Contemplation of the future captures my scrutiny, yet brings me to a future of pandemonium’s obscurity and thoughtlessness.
It seems the more I think the more compulsive I become to hunt this incapable game.
Grim introspection moves swiftly through my head.
Thoughts of ****** and self-immolation fill the air around me. Congesting me, forcing me to fight for one more breath, one more reason to move forward.
I feel as if these blithering thoughts are drawing me to the bottom.
My conclusions are empty to this world I live in, launching me away from this place.
Like a rocket I’ll sore past it's entirety
I’ll extend past the highest peak on the tallest mountain.
Until I pass the azure.
Until I share my footprints on the moon.