I'm useless, intoxicated profusely to help my dreaming lucidity.Self medicated training has mutated my brain beyond the profane to further explain the explicit stabbing I feel to label what others would call insane.I strain to reach banality and look forward to mediocrity despite the formality of breaking commonality through which I would say with certainty I have no feasible personality.A robotic psyche breaks through the mentality with a trillion centers of information waiting for the causality between What happened before and what shall it be.For me it's quite benign to realize that in my mind I find nothing is worth the time and in my eyes I only despise the actuality of reality.Brought from behind my eyes is the tangible enterprise that peruses in disguise while speaking lies only to find no solidity in space and time.Eternally drifting through the tides washing away my existence I lie drowning, how fortunate for me.Sleepless, soulless and mindless I caress my thoughts like my mistress trying to remember what it was like to be alive.I dream endlessly with envy haunted by what can't be meticlously stuck at a state of being an in between entity.Outside the realm of cognative thinking and rationality, driven to madness outside the normal realm of space.Floating in certain abyss I speak, I've fallen a thousand feet onto concrete and had it ripped from beneath me completely.
