All the dank dirty of cynicism seeps in and slowly fills in the crevices and spaces, infusing you
Like a zombie in a movie, you are half rotted, breaking apart, and focused on your main goal
You will do anything, say anything, frame anything to fit it into what you need it to be
The people in your life start to become blinded to your twisted visage until they no longer see
Enable you in your delusions. Support you in the self deprecations you rain down on yourself
The mud baths of filth you indulge in affect all areas of your life and you're desperate for company
In unquantified need, you will attempt to drag any and all into your muddy pit of despair
You fill the ears of anyone with your, "Whoa is me. My life sucks." horribly flawed stories
Not all fall prey
There are those who walk in a lightness of being.
Those who clawed and climbed their way out of true darkness.
Struggled, fought, and survived.
They see you, They try to help you. They scare you.
Chase them away.
Use false accusations and unfounded fear as your weak weapon
You must protect your delusion like golem his ring
They see you
I see you
I refuse and leave you to your rancor
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