Controlled Substance Skelaxin

Who you?. Whom do you seek? Why do you seek?

I'm not here, I'm not there, I'm just not.

Disappear in absolute darkness and dazzling,

I'm lost and absorbed into nothingness.

redundant and cry while I shout my name that I know, I

be, but I know I'm not

I see, but I assume my blindness.

Health and martyrdom are my torment,

Swarm of feelings, thoughts stream

stir me, follow me, I gully.

seek not only for fear of what I fear to find.

I do not leave me alone because there is nothing for me.

ignorant I finished, a cult of garbage, an agnostic from pain.

I be, I see, plus I'm not sorry.

Be obscene, be grotesque, be abominant.

I hate and despise me,

but I love my attempts of humanity, and look for a mental anorexia,

that help me to live, to help me survive.

The disgust that fills me, leaving me and fills my world,

where only I exist, in which only I breathe,

a totalitarian world of a body,

this every day closer to death, putrefaction,

to feel increasingly useless, unnecessary, less human, more inert and more lonely.

I must be alone.

I have to be alone.

pain has only sense when it is tormented, when exalted and sought to remedy the pain of others, one's life is meaningful only when recognized by the other.

acatexicos Death to the last king died.