The Horga see their lives in a series of cycles/ see, me? I'm writing my story more in the terms of a spiral set across a day beginning already spiteful for reasons yet to be portrayed/ in any case, read my vitals--

I will relay communiques//// Hey, Caribbean simians are as good a place as any to begin what I'm getting at (not that I know, anyway)// I get the pieces of eight in a sequence/ aiding and abetting an agent of secret fate and betrayal////

Decay came into play the 17th day of the ninth month/ The shape my lips make when I start to snicker's a nice one, but it's fake/ and I keep praying to find a real smile, ONCE...

...but just today I saw a moment worthy, and worried, instead I put it deep inside of the catacombs in my spirit/

Leering eyes from either side,

appearance pale-

The scale slides, the fire searing/

I fail to see why my peers don't find it serious.

Am I delusional, ugly, or just delirious?

Nothing makes me tremble inside like the dreams I see where I die...

Hell is a simple divide...

I wanna bore a tunnel straight through my mind/

BCS no one would notice or miss me/

Worst case: I'm liable to survive////

Walked a long road as my feet began to blister/

Stopped to watch the glow of the horizon like a picture. I know shit would be different if I'd skipped, and didn't pick her; but I meant "forever, no matter what"-- even with HIM there//

My best friends all just think I'm pathetic--

They're not wrong/ I'm committed to a system of ethics that's just gone.

The last ember alive when our social values collectively declined.

Women hate the truth; what gets rm' wet is lies////

"Lynch him high", I can hear the citizens cry, "It's his vibe! He's 'men's rights', he can't fight it!"

I can try.

The only red pill I ever took wasn't misogyny/ It showed me what lots of people like right at, but don't often see////