brokencanvas

something....

................yet

empty bliss, screams of confusion tongue tied tear drops, psych pollution the agony of feeling all of this as if he were a mad scientist experimenting his way with interactions mixing unstable chemical reactions ergo, a possible explosion of an uncontrollable emotion himself, his worst enemy, deserved anger creeping like an endless thirst for hunger trembled between delusions and reality as if he had lost his so called alacrity the very thought of not knowing f*cked him up like his brain was imploding then, depression sinks in as a defense mechanism blurred his mind as if he had astigmatism unconciously developed the hypochond