Me & Her in a Microcosm of Torture

Half-sleep, staring at an impending fatal widow the mask of my downfall shining in this night of ordinary quiet. CHOOSE____ : chained to insecuty / forsaken by purity / another game of jealousy we won't get rid of. / Invisible glue quick-setting hopes, temper, resolution. Cornered by a puzzle-shaped situation no move could float to the top. Entering an era of psychotropics, sadness, asocialism then violence echoing like a whale goin' adrift to its death. CHOOSE____ : greet this phase of slavery / sink into a rien-ne-va-plus of empathy / weak human psychology every sentence a stab. Abuse me, slander my dignity, give me scars, humiliations, more piss to swallow, slice through the flesh let blood spatter until I faint divulge my defects then burst into laughter, trample on the thin shore I still dare to call "LIFE"... have fun as long as it comes my turn. ME & HER LOST TO NOWHERE PINCHING THE PSYCHE, A PARANOID BRAIN FOLDER.