madness with sadness
what could i have done better ? every gut wrenching thought taking over my mind, body and soul what could i have done better? letting every pebble pelt my exterior, unprepared for boulders and stones what could i have done better? emptying ponds and what received is barely a pint of water what could i have done better? i ask myself this question in repetition even when high and even when low .
but why ask? i never asked to be like this never asked to yearn for unattainable bliss just wanted some shelter, a haven, in this dark abyss how long till i realise , well, its shit.
its shit that i never realised this its shit that everything must be broken to bits to reform and remould into something that fits around this harsh constricted honeycomb of endless tyranny,in the slits.























