Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

Life is crazy. Institutionalized and medicated, making everyday worth the time wasted through thick and thin, as if momentum tended towards infinity. Dealing with the treacherous ways of Everything in Between, seeking for air to breath while submerged in the waters that never broke. Left to decay, as the fish take bites of the skin that peels. Oh, the fish... determined to feed with no satisfaction in sight. Once they were beautiful moments, memories uncanny. But they were given the time necessary to become the trauma inducing situations that It carries. Yeah, Life is crazy. Because it's nowhere far from lunacy to consider the helping hand as equivalent to the snack in the way. Yeah, keep biting the hand that feeds and you'll be left waiting for the results. Life isn't responsible for enacting dramas or enforcing consequences. It just walks, and walks, and continues to become whatever it may, and promptly forgets the path already walked. It's not the first time after al...

Benzene and hydrogen cyanide The kiss that never stops As I bathe in iodine May this be the one who mocks The sound of the crash course Unlimited unknowns Taken by the bloddy resource Through the path of broken bones Nothing has ever healed If the sticks don't quit the poke Perhaps the way to yeild Is to hold the weight and fold Words that never cared How heavy was the load Carrying dead bodies ahead In silence, they mourn Let the strings play my tune Dry the skin the devils harvest Open up that fucked up wound And may it rot in darkness This prejudice is real It reminds me what is what The little things I fear Are my demons staring back.

The level of stupid I must be has to be detailed in some of those books that claim to help others, or at least in one of those that teach them white-coats how to help others. Maybe I should be put in a white coat... one of those with really long sleaves and several belt buckles. And something tells me it won't be the last time, because I'm just that stupid... Maybe I shouldn't be so explicit, but that would be to deny life its own existence, because life is explicit, limitless, raw and uncensored. So it is only fair to pay it forward with the same coin. But life is also not fair, it has never been, so what was the expectation if not just the road to dissapointment..? The blame falls in my hands for putting myself out there, again. Being tired of not caring led to trying to care for something that was literally careless. Showing up for something that left a long time ago and didn't even care to say goodbye. The irony is strong with this one, for it was totally called for...